I'm slightly sorry I ever posted on self-confidence when several posts popped up from different people that were sort of about how no one can be confident all the time, how every life has a dark side, etc.

I am NOT confident all the time. I am afraid to make phone calls or ask for directions. Sometimes I am even scared to call my own parents. I am a bundle of neuroses. I worry all the time about Dade's health or global warming, sometimes to the point nearly of tears or insomnia. But there was a point where my confidence shifted from being unsure of who I was, to owning my basic self, not hiding or apologizing for how I dressed or acted or what I believed.

Writing just isn't really high on the list of pervasive problems. Before I got an agent, there was fear I would never get an agent. Now there is fear I will fail and go back to a $7 an hour job until I die. (Well, or I guess until Florida minimum wage reaches $8 an hour.) But, I've always wanted to be a writer, so I nevertheless have always had a lot of trust that it will all be okay. I got my agent before my self-imposed 4-year deadline. No one's given me a hard-to-meet deadline or a bad cover, at least not yet! Right now, there just isn't much angst to talk about. That's why I don't really talk about the dark side of writing. I have plenty of fleeting worries, but nothing sticks.

But I do have general fear to go around. It would just be stupid to post about. Plus, I mostly think about it in the middle of the night when I'm not blogging.

Frankly, I don't blog much anymore because my life *is* happy and *so* ghastly dull to anyone but myself. Even my food news has been sort of lacking since I left Chamberlin's.