Exposed. That’s us.

Writers live in solitude. At least I know I do. Sure, we have families, friends, pets, errands, vacations, grocery store trips, doctors…the whole nine. But really? We spend most our time in our heads. It’s a vast and often lonely place – even at its best. Still, it’s all we want to do. For the most part, we’d all say it’s worth it.

So when we put our work out there for the “real world” to see, we feel naked. Our “high definition” selves are shoved in front of a giant spotl...