It’s hard to be comfortable with yourself. But it doesn’t matter at all what other people think about you. Except, ironically, they like you a lot more when you ARE yourself. If a person is fake all the time, they are boring (because they never talk about what they’re interested in) and weak (to care so much for the opinion of others.) So I exhaustively “rewrote” each story to remove things I only included out of insecurity—in short, returned it to its original form. There was barely a story that wasn’t touched by the extraneous-material-syndrome—some just a paragraph, others an entire plot or subplot.
And there will be more updates.
I live surrounded by cultivated fields that rapidly give way to wild flowers, wild plants, and wild life. I get most of my ideas while drifting innocuously around my house and some of those ideas get into print.