I’m here for you.
In Frankenstein, we learn that a creation left unattended can turn into a monster. He wanders around looking for a sense of belonging. Looking for purpose, love, community. All these things could have been provided by Frankenstein but he was too ashamed of his work to invest in it. To ashamed to look at and listen to where his creation was lacking. It’s interesting how much I can relate. The vulnerability that comes with sharing my writing, especially my most recent novel. makes me want to run and hide. On the plus side, I want to finish it more than I want to hide. I’ve reached a point of desperation with this thing and will accept all the help my inner creative will allow. I wanna stick this thing out. I want my art to have a place in this world. I’ll do what it takes to create that.