I submitted one of my short stories for publication today. It's the first time I've done this. I tell myself that writing fiction is just a side project, that it's just for fun and I don't care if it leads anywhere. Still, I felt a jolt of nervousness as I hit "send."
I think writing can be a very personal thing. Writers can put a little piece of their soul down on that paper (or into those computer bits). And even if they don't, people can see it that way. Bearing one's soul is something usually reserved for people one is close to, but writers have to put it out there for all to see. For all to judge. That's why I can sorta understand that there are probably millions of stories out there, some of them very good, that sit in drawers and unused folders, never to be seen by anybody but their authors.
That's also sorta overly dramatic and retarded, though, so I'm gonna stop contributing to it.
My story is called Thinking About Polar Bears. It is not about polar bears.