It's Insecure Writer's Support Group day, hosted by Alex J. Cavanaugh.
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I'm not feeling insecure this month.
I've been on a blogging break for the past few weeks, but not a writing break. I needed to take the time to work on my writing for my class. The ending project was a research paper or about ten pages of creative writing. I chose to do an excerpt from my historical novel, which is not what I planned to do at all. I did a ton of research on the time period and the region of my novel and on coal mining.
I did all the work I meant to do anyway. I read all the books I had already purchased and utilized my university's library, who will hunt down books and/or purchase them if they don't have them. Awesome, huh?
After logging probably over 100 hours of research, I feel secure about the historical research I've done. When I presented my chapter, I had to answer questions to defend my choices. I knew crazy details like how much coal miners paid to rent company homes in 1932 and how they were paid (by the ton). I feel like I can walk around the region and the time period in my mind, which is cool.
And I got positive feedback about my writing. I know where to put a comma, which is important for a writer. :)
But the real reason I don't feel insecure is this. My middle son was sitting across the kitchen table from me. I asked if he wanted to read the chapter I was working on for class. I told him what happens in my story. The more words came out of my mouth, the more interested he looked (a rare thing for an almost teen). He thought my story was awesome! Seriously, what could be better than that?