Feeding the Confidence

Normally, my confidence is an anemic mite shivering just inside the left whorl of my bellybutton.

I call him Sid.

Well, Sid has struck with me through the years, though he’s always been more stubbornness than girth.

Dear Sid was suffering with my Cozy Mystery, looking particularly puny these last few weeks. However, the last two days diet of writing fanfiction has fattened the mite up, well, mightily.

When Sid feels good, I feel good.

Bottom line: Feed your confidence often. It does the writing soul good.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe