Shortly after we told my oldest son about the birds and the bees, he said to me, "I wish you'd never told me."
Sometimes I feel that way about the writing industry. It was kind of nice living in that cocoon, writing my book, completely unawares of the perils that awaited me. When I wrote my first book, it was all about just loving the story and not worrying about anything else and for some reason I just can't get back to that type of writing. Every time I write a sentence everything I've learned and read runs through my mind. Is this advancing the plot? Am I showing enough emotion? Are my characters developing?
It would be nice just to write because I'm excited about the story and not worry about all those things. I miss those days when I was so naive and dreamed big. I think now my dreams are a bit more realistic, which is sad in a way.
My brother used to say, expect the worst that way if something good happens you'll be pleasantly surprised.
So how about you? Do you wish you could go back to the cocoon naivetity even if it's just for a little while?