I was just prepping my submission to my writing group, my first submission in many months, and I realized I was feeling a fair bit of anxiety.

I went out on a limb with this piece. I threw some stuff on the page which wasn’t what I knew I should do, but what I wanted to do. I don’t know whether it’s good or it’s bad, but for the first time in many years, I am writing me. I am offering a view into my wicked little heart.

In the end, I think that’s what it’s all about, not just for being an artist, but for living your passion. You have to put yourself out there. You have to realize who you really are and become that person, at least in your heart.

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