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The Lump

Updated: Nov 2, 2018

Lately, I’ve had this lump in the pit of my stomach. It's a feeling, not an actual lump. It appears when I hear about an author who has finished revising her manuscript for her editor. And I feel it when another author posts pictures of book readings and I see all the eager children in attendance. And it always hovers when I sit down to write.


At first I thought it was jealousy. After all, I want to do what they do. But if it's jealousy, how am I still able to root for these authors who are putting their words into the world? No, it’s not jealousy. Then I thought it was fear. Was I afraid to write my story or stand before a crowd? I've stood, sweaty, heart racing, and read in many workshops now. No, not fear.


Finally, I sat down with the lump and we had a little talk. I’ve been working for three years now to get my words into the world, to write my story and to stand before a crowd. So, what’s up, lump? Why are you here?


The lump cleared its throat and whispered, "I am neither jealousy nor fear." It leaned in closer and sighed.


I waited.

It grew bigger.

Still, I waited.

Finally, I heard it in my heart: ‘I… am longing.’

Oh, yes. That’s it. You are longing and I know you.


I nodded along with the lump. We had an understanding now. I would accept it for what it was.


It’s still there, but at least now I know what to call it.

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