Over the weekend I had some people read a little bit of my writing. I was a hot mess the whole time, twiddling my thumbs and such. Writing is something I've done my whole life but it's not something I've shared with many people. I wasn't even sure if I was any good at it.
Imagine my surprise when the people actually liked it. Some even loved it. Was there room for improvement? Absolutely. That's a given no matter what.
But having just one person like it was enough for me. Maybe there's a place for me in the writing world after all.