I must admit, I am terribly torn. There are times when I cringe at the thought of others reading my writing. It is intimate, and I'm an introvert, one not completely comfortable with sharing such things. I decided to publish in spite of that fact. I consider myself to be a brave soul for the most part. But there is a streak of cowardice in me. The coward doesn't want to know what others think of my writing. But the brave soul in me . . . is dying to know.