I have read at least 100 books on the craft of writing, some multiple times. I read over 50 books every year – both fiction and non fiction. I’ve written a few of my own but with each book I read or write, I feel like instead of knowing more, I realise I know very little. Maybe this is wisdom, knowing we know very little, maybe it is ignorance, or it borders on a little bit of both. One thing is certain, the only option is to keep going, keep fighting for my dream, because if I don’t, no one else will. The only obstacle in the way is my own inner voice. Do I listen to the one that screams, “Go for it!” or the one that whispers,”Stop being a fool.”