In one email I received recently from a LinkedIn friend it was suggested that I was afraid of some comments made about self published work not being “real” publishing. My friend misread anger for fear. I was angry that somebody would degrade my work on “A Sailor’s Love” — fourteen months — to the rubbish pile because it hadn’t been published by a recognised house.
My friend was right about one thing though, I am afraid of one thing. What I am afraid of has nothing to do with my writing, in three months it will be the third anniversary of my the injury which tore me left tendon, and as the days go by I can feel the right leg getting weaker. The more strain I put on the tendon, the sooner the right tendon will snap, and then I’ll be bed bound. That is my fear.