Books...and books...and more books

Okay - so I am a literature fanatic. I collect books, I read books (lots of books), I teach other people how to interpret books, and finally, I am writing a book. I adore the written words that lead into people's thoughts, feelings, emotions, and if I am very lucky, I will learn something along the way about humanity and on some level, about myself. Here in lies the problem, the book I am writing could be the story of any woman on the planet. Which may or may not be a big hit with the general population. On the one hand, we (generally speaking) want to know that we are not alone in our plight, we also want some company to share our lives with; preferably someone who understands us. On the other hand - we also want to know that we are making our mark on the world. One that no one before us has ever tread upon. Is this possible when writing about people? I feel certain my characters are worthy of the read, and even their journeys in life are more than interesting, but aren't we all in that same boat? Don't we all have interesting lives? Maybe we don't see ourselves as interesting, but someone out there might. Here is another dilemma. Having the desire to put your heart and hard work out there for others to judge. I haven't yet started the process of being out there, but it is always in the back of my mind. How can it not be? Questions form in the hidden part of my brain like, "Am I good enough?" "Is my meaning clear?" (This question forms simply because I teach English.) " Will I be able to make at least one person laugh, cry, or rage? " Who knows, right? I won't know until we (my characters and myself) are out there. I guess I will just keep plugging along and put this where it belongs...in God's hands. Only He really knows what our pathways lead to and He is just awesome enough to love us in spite of ourselves.