Fear is Still Finagling

So I've been doing this writing thing for a while now and I've been told that I'm not half bad. Every now and again I get commissioned by someone to add a little bit of me to their plethora of talent. Honestly, it's daunting and... what's that "i" word again? Intimidating. It is intimidating to put my hand to something that may or may not produce pleasing results. This then, is my own curse. Hi, my name is Sherry and I am afraid of freelancing.

I freely admit that I am afraid of taking the plunge and jumping into the icy waters of freelancing- writing for publication. I have a few friends who have some real talent. On any given day I can drop by their websites and stock up on tricks of the trade and opportunities to go further with my writing. For whatever reason, I seem to be stuck here in the land of "What am I, nuts?" What could I possibly have to offer the outside world? I'm one, tiny insigificant creature and the writer's market is highly competitive. Besides all this, the wealth of jobs available is simply overwhelming. I get all brain-foggy just thinking about it.

As the month of January steadily creeps on by, I am reminded that I made a vow. I promised myself that I would inch my way out of my comfort zone and do something I've never done before. I also promised myself that I would make money doing it. As I stand here atop my diving board and peer into the olympic sized pool of writer's jobs, would you say a prayer for me? I'm afraid to jump but I don't want to just stand here either. I'm freezing and that water looks so inviting...if only it weren't so far away...