Sitting alone in her room, she tried to think of a story to write. She had written one long ago, it was dark and horrible - a mother was killed, her child raped for another eighteen years before it was over. What if she wrote something like that again?? That was her biggest fear.
One day she shared that story with friends, terrified of what they would think of the story and of her for writing it. They praised her work, and told her that just because the story was dark, didn't mean it reflected badly on her.
Her words written were that of a writer. A writer of stories?? Maybe.
Their reassurance in her helped overcome that hurdle of fear, and consider writing again. But not to write again.
She discussed her fears, was told it's alright to fear, it's alright to write stories like that. She was a good person, and all good people have their dark sides, maybe this was her's??
She thought about everything that had been said, and why she feared. She realized her fear was most illogical. Writing dark stories did not mean she was a dark and horrible person. Maybe she was meant to write them because others needed to know the darker side of life?? Even if they were stories, they still informed people that what goes on behind closed doors isn't always good.
So, she will write. Just sit down with pen and paper, and write what comes to mind. She will not fear any of what she has written, only fear the reception and quality of her work by those that read it.
Nevertheless, she will write.
She has faced her fear and conquered it.
She picked up her pen and started writing.
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