ABSTRACT
Nothing’s better than a wish that comes true, right? I recently won a grant that paid the publishing costs for a book of my train poems. When the moment arrived when I had to push the “submit” button for 175 copies of the book, self-doubt consumed me. Questions began to flow. Who am I to judge the quality of my poems? What if curators of the local museum I promised copies of the book to said they weren’t interested in displaying the books now? I even committed to sharing this book in a presentation to all of the teachers of the gifted in my district and at a statewide conference. What was I thinking? This book that I looked forward to writing suddenly had the potential to undermine my reputation with fellow teachers. The fun ends when one is on the defensive. Well, maybe not.
