I have about half a post written today, talking about my latest attempt at outlining. I was going to post it today, start a process, a dialogue if only with myself, that would lead to writing outlines. Had about six ideas up and ready to go.
Only just a couple of minutes ago, the little nut bar part of my head said, “Um, no. No you aren’t.”
From the start, I’ve had problems posting my fiction on-line. BIG PROBLEMS. I get so afraid that someone’s going to steal my stuff.
It’s also happened to me once already. But as that was a poem based on a copy written character it didn’t bother me that much.
Writers have post things online, had people read them, and gone off to great success. John Dies at the End, The Martian, stuff like that.
Besides, the number of people who read this blog is low. Like one person at best low.
It also feels like I’m insulting my readers, insinuating things, which I don’t mean in the slightest.
Like the title said, I’m being paranoid. Nut bar.
I just can’t help it.
It’s bizarre that not once has this stopped me from talking about Goblinstomper. It’s like Goblinstomper’s a little thing while everything else is SUPER BIG IMPORTANT.
Let me see if I can’t find a way of doing my intended series without the nervous Nelly in me going into fits.
We might be going back to Goblinstomper quicker than I thought…