I never thought I’d attend a writers conference—especially at my age. These are some of the doubts that plagued me:
- What could I possibly have to say that anyone would want to read?
- Am I even a writer?
- What if I go and embarrass myself?
- What am I supposed to wear?
- What should I bring?
- What am I even doing here?
If you’re feeling doubts about your own calling, you’re not alone. When I first attended the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference in 2014, I knew nothing and no one. I sat in the back row. Even worship was different for me as I come from a tradition of hymns and a rather high-church service. I felt like a fish out of water, or a Presbyterian in a pool of Baptists. Now I raise my hands with everyone else, and it feels like I should have been doing this all of my life.
