A friend of mine, who I haven’t spoken to in over a year was awarded a grant so she could continue on her novel without having to look for a job at the end of the world. She is super talented, completely deserves it, and I’m very happy for her. The thing that piqued my interest was that my friend gave thanks to another author, who had informed her of the grant, when they had first meet at a writing symposium.
As in all things it’s who you know.
I know I have to have material in the first place; finish the novel, finish the story collection
But, I think I know people. But I can’t bring myself to ask for advice or help.
This is cowardly, but I think I’m afraid of my friends hating my work. I know I’m not in a place to share, but I can’t stay this way forever, as in my work will never see the light of day. I will never grow if I don’t open myself up.
The journey is getting a little uncomfortable now…
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