It’s surreal, that I keep having people tell me that I’m an inspiration to them when I’m also the sort of person that keeps an emotional support stuffie in her office. 😜
I don’t see myself in the same way that other people do. I’ve been on and off sick to my stomach about having the ‘audacity’ to publish my novels for money. 🤷♀️
It seems I might have some limiting beliefs.
Maybe I’ll recover from them or maybe I won’t. I watched this video recently with clips from famous actresses all saying that they have things about themselves either physically or personality wise that they HATE. One of them, I think it was Meryl Streep, said that she looks herself in the mirror and tells that incriminating voice inside her head to shut up, that she’s not going to let it get in the way of doing the job she believes she’s on this planet to do.
I believe in my writing; believe it or not I really do. It’s not the writing that’s the issue, it’s me. I probably have abandonment issues. I have this underlining fear that even if I was the best damn romance novelist in the world, still no one would support me in it.
That’s a me problem, I know. I’m dealing with it one day at a time.
Okay, I’ve been too serious for too long, so here are some pictures of my new office:
Like it? And yes, I sit on the floor. A desk and a chair would be too confining and drive me batty. 😋
In answer (finally) to the question, I’d say I’m someone that despite my fear, the incriminating voice in my head, and the abandonment issues, I’m here writing this post, and I’m publishing those books too. Does that make me inspirational? I don’t know. In my head I’m just someone battling inner demons with every weapon I can find.
Darcy Branwyn 
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