I haven’t written a new word in nearly a month, and I can only blame RWA® for maybe four days of that. The rest is all on me. And I know what’s holding me back. It’s fear. It’s not helping any that I’m using a Julie Anne Long novel as a means of procrastination. Her characters make me wonder if my characters are no more than little bits of cardboard. Not even entire sheets–bits and pieces. What if Sisters was a fluke and I can’t do it again? What if my editor ends up hating the sequel?