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Scriptophobia: The Fear of Writing

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Thanks for your interest in reading Scriptophobia

As a writer. You know how to write. You can write. You want to write. You know this and that, but it is still a battle you fight every day - The Fear of Writing. The fear doesn't go away. It just changes. The fear is always going to be there. The fear is going to change. Once you have conquered the first fear there will be new fear: A new worry. In the spirit of positive thinking let's call them challenges.

Many times people avoid writing because of fears or anxieties they have about writing. In this book, some helpful questions guide a discussion about ways you can calm fears of writing and begin to work. Understanding where fears are generated, and then understanding ways our writing influences others, can help lessen the fear of writing.

There will always be challenges and this book is a compass to the lost writer in the sea of doubts and fear. Sit, grab a cup of coffee and let’s deal with your fears.

ABOUT BOOK

Scriptophobia, in simple language is the fear of writing. Many people have aspirations of writing books, but they're held back by doubt and fear. Not knowing where to begin, how to structure, who to publish with, and the steps to getting published has stopped many potential writers from turning their ideas and dreams into printed reality. 
Fortunately, there are steps that anyone can take to successfully write a book and get it published but few are they that know it. The truth is, writing a book can help your entire career. It can turn you into an authority on your profession and also can put you on a road to a speaking career. Little wonder most writers today are public speakers too.

Most great books start out as not-very-good rough drafts and a bunch of scrap. They become great through revision, editing and more revision. Mind I remind you that no one, I repeat, NO ONE, is born a great writer. Writers learn how to write by writing. I was once asked by a friend how I write poems, I smiled... 'I write with words'. Writing and writing and writing makes the writer a great writer. 
Think of how overwhelmed you would feel if someone suddenly led you up onto the stage in a crowded auditorium and handed you a saxophone.

Think of how overwhelmed you would feel if you suddenly find yourself in a football pitch to play against a formidable side.
Imagine how overwhelmed you would feel? Learning is not a waste of time. 
Scriptophobia is deadly. It kills dreams. It have led many potential writers to the grave with their wealth of knowledge and untold stories.
  • The only way to learn is to experiment, to try different things, to risk doing something that you don't already know how to do. To try and fail and try again.
  • The way to achieve something extraordinary is to take risks. Not taking a risk is a risk itself.
So here's my advice for up-coming writers; Buy and Digest this eBook. Aim for greatness. Then, give yourself the time and space you need to achieve it.

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I wish you all the best in your writing career. Happy Reading!

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