This whole book writing process takes much more emotional stability than I may have. I am tickled from the inside out at the thought of pursuing it, but at the same time the magnitude of it scares me and humbles me. It is such a solitary process, too. To go through cultivating something that feels like your baby. Something that people seem to not have that much faith in. Something that you have to fight for in ways you never had to fight for anything.
There is a price to pay for always doing what you are supposed to do. You pay that price the day you decide to do something outside of your usual character. People start freaking out and even worse, they start trying to figure you out instead of just letting you do it.