saying a bit. We’ve all heard the original, how it’s the size of the fight in
the dog, but not until yesterday did I apply this philosophy to my writing career.
were emailing back and forth. She told me a
dog, Jess, and what trouble she’d gotten into.
likes to chase 600 pound wild bears when they go on hikes (which rhymes with
watching the video, it made me wonder how big Jess’s non-existent balls were.
I weigh a teeny bit *cough-cough* more than 30 pounds and unless my inner gas tank were filled with straight moonshine, I’d never go after a
between Jess and I: Confidence
told me shapeshifting centaurs would be a niche genre.
she was smaller than the bear. ***
in the form of sales rank, confidence was my friend.
like Jess and chase that damn bear! Go balls out, bark my loudest, and not
allow fear to enter the game.