I’m way past the letter D in The Writer’s Alphabet, and when I was there, D was for Discover, which is much more optimistic than D being for Doubt, but in my head right now, well, I am doubtful.

Full of doubt. That’s bad, right?
A smidge of doubt in most situations is inevitable, I think.
If we stop to think about it, I bet we all have that seedling buried somewhere in our brains.

Relationship solid?
Work steady?
Kids safe?

Good, good, good.

Well, there is that one thing…

We worry, we rally, we rationalize.
It’s part of being human.
We feel, we fail, we function.

Doubt is a personal issue…one man’s “oh, crap” is another’s “yeah, baby!”

I don’t have any answers here.
I’m battling my own doubts, those growing seedling demons.
I tell myself this too shall pass.
And it will.

–And on the other side, I will be better for it.

In the end, it’s all good.

In totally unrelated business–
Come see me Friday, May 18, at my book release party for A Stranger’s Child
at the Karnitz Art Gallery
223 E. State Street, 2nd Floor

I’ll be around 6 to 10 pm.
Support, solace, and sales welcome.