Now that my book is “out in the wild”, I’m feeling rather vulnerable—my inner thoughts, my personality quirks, all laid bare for the world to see.  I’d wager that’s what most writers feel when they publish their cherished masterpieces. And that’s probably what prevents some from ever publishing. It’s safer that way. But you see, writers have stories to tell, and those stories need an audience. We have a great need for sharing our stories, and that’s what makes it worth the risk.

What exactly is this risk, this feeling of vulnerability? Primarily it’s the fear that the reader won’t like story, will find fault with the plot, the characters. For a memoirist, there’s the additional worry that the reader won’t like YOU. Luckily, I tend to be an open book in my interactions with people, so I’m used to baring it all. Still, it’s always nice to be liked.

People assume that since I’m an extrovert, this is all easy for me. What they don’t understand is that each time I put myself out there, I get nervous. In the book it may seem like I’m effortlessly traveling around meeting people, but each time I met someone new, I was apprehensive. Still, the reward far outweighed the risk, so I just pushed ahead.

That’s the same for this book. Any risk of baring my soul to strangers is offset by the fact that I want to share this story. I want the world to know how amazing Pete’s campaign was, how we worked as a team, and why we’re ready to do it all again. And for that, I more than happy to make myself vulnerable.