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Are you brave or?
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Betsy Lerner 
‘This writing business is not for sissies.’ Amen to that. Bumper stickers should be issued as the song goes …
“Are you brave or?”
The final night I studied with Gordon Lish, many years ago, he said to me, “Callis, you have everything you need to make it, but you’re afraid.” Instantly, I knew he was right. I took the lesson and never forgot it.
The first afternoon I lay in my hospital bed after my stroke, just a month ago today, I realized I was not afraid. It was as though I had burned those circuits out. Being afraid wasn’t going to get me anything, anyway, so I didn’t ponder the issue — I simply moved on to such thoughts as, “Well, here I am. Now what?”
Okay, it’s been a month. What now?
Now what? So perfect, especially from you. (hugs)
Jeez Donna, look at us. Stroke, heart attack, cancer. If you live long enough something will get ya. So, now what, what now?
And we’re all still here. Bugging the hell out of Betsy. 😂
Are you brave or?
I’m or. Definitely or.
For certain, I’m stubborn. Plus, I don’t like rejection. I’m a basket (minus case) and If I were taking a test and there was a choice of “all the above,” I’d check that.
Are you brave or?
I’m an or all the way. Because I never know when my lip will quiver I straighten my back and pretend. Isn’t pretend what we are all about?
Too brave and I scare myself. Fear of success. Fear of failure. They seem to be inexorably linked.
I am a total chicken shit.