Uncertainty. It’s a big part of any art. It just is. It sucks. It just does.

What can you do about it?

Write anyways? Sure. Of course you can.

Does that solve the initial problem, no?

It’s a looming redwood of a tree. Some days it’s going to tower over you, casting a lot of shade over you and your dreams and confidence.

You know what? That’s okay.

Because you can write in the shade! <See what I did there?

But seriously, it’s okay to be uncertain.

Yeah, fear’s scary. It always is. But you know what? Sometimes, sometimes it pushes you to think outside the box. It pushes you to get creative, to find ways to subdue the very thing, the very uncertainty. It makes you want to find a way to shut it up.

It makes you want to find a way to up your game.

That’s okay too. Remember that.

Use it.

Heck yeah writing is uncertain. But you know what? That is part of the fun. No, it really is.

Writing stories that have you wondering if they’ll be okay or do horrible. Next thing you know, they do amazing.

You learn. And that’s okay.

Writing is an art.

People always try to put out formulas and stuff. And some work some of the time for some of the people.

It’s writing.

It’s okay, we’re all making it up as we go along. And I don’t mean pantsing. I mean, all of it. Our careers. Our base ideas. Our technique and progression. Our ways to make it work.

You’re not supposed to know.

I’ve met bestsellers and some living legends and you know what?

They’ve all said it.

“Nobody really knows what they’re doing.”

That’s okay.

You’re allowed to just make good art, the best you can, and repeat it.

Do it enough, and yeah, you’ll catch some attention and make some waves.

There’s nothing wrong with that.

Stop worrying about your ideas if you can and give them a chance. And hey, if you can’t stop fretting, that’s okay. Write them anyways, worry through them…and still give them that chance. You never know.

There’s nothing written in stone telling you that this idea can’t be/won’t be great.

There are never any guarantees.

I wrote The Grave Report because I wanted to. I still want to, no matter how much it scares me. No matter how much I worry about fan receptions. Its future. Where it’s going.

Sure I have the metaplot down the line. But what about the small things?

Long story short. I didn’t think it’d do well. But I did it for me.

I thought fantasy or science fiction was where I’d make my name down the line.

I thought The Grave Report was a fun indulgence…

…I was right.

…And I was wrong.

I pushed aside the indie conventional wisdom of pushing a series to book three, and instead, I took a break to sharpen my skills, expand my world and try something new.

So, instead of book three in my series coming out, I wrote book one of a new one in the same world.

I wanted to. I love the idea.

Everyone who alpha’d it, read it in beta, as well as two nyt best selling authors who got to sneak peak it in alpha…said it was my best work ever, and it was going to do wonders for my career.

The book’s not out. No one knows if that will happen.

But you know what? It’s nice to hear even after taking a risk.

And I’m happy.

Maybe it’s the wrong move. Hell, maybe it’s the best move I could’ve made. I won’t know till it comes out. And then…well, we’ll all know.

But, it was scary. I wanted it. And so far, in the aftermath, it looks like I’ve done right. 😉

This was just supposed to be a post about taking risks, even through the worry and sometimes, you don’t need to know everything. I’m sorry, it’s life. And that’s okay. You’re supposed to live it.

Your story, your ideas, and your path are different. What works for some won’t work for you. That’s okay. Find and do you! 🙂

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