I struggled with perfectionism for much of my life. I don’t let others see it until it is more polished. I was writing about a girl who lost her father. Grief is always hard, but grief for children is even harder. When my friend asked if I’d show him, my initial reaction was to run, I knew I had to face that fear head-on. I went home, sat at the computer, tamped my fear down, and, with a very shaky hand, pressed send and did number 38 on the list... shared my first draft with someone.