Am I Alone on This?

Today started out great. Despite it being one of the busiest shopping days of the year (I thought that was Black Friday?), I got quite a few things knocked out this morning. Returned some things, got a birthday present para mi madre, picked up some more paint for the master bedroom, got a few more things for a certain someone's stocking. While I was at Home Depot, I was toting my cart to the cart return and this guy was just finished loading his purchases into his car, so I said, "Do you want me to return your cart along with mine?" as I reached out for it, and he said "NO! I will take yours! That's the way it should be. Merry Christmas!" I think I had a smile on my face for five minutes. Thanks dude, whoever you are. Sometimes strangers are just downright nice.

So I handed off another manuscript this evening at my writers guild's Christmas party. (So nervous!) Today, I finished all of my grammar edits, thanks to my wonderful friend who happens to be an english teacher! Had a falling out with BOTH of our household printers (we are no longer on speaking terms), but managed to get one manuscript printed and handed off. The other will have to wait until I say that my Officejet can be released from time out.

Tell me what y'all think about this...maybe some of y'all have similar issues. I've been finding that it's extremely hard to tell certain people that I write. I've been writing for YEARS, and one of my best friends has no clue. I just can't tell her. And today, hubby spilled the beans to some of our closest friends that I had written a book and was in a writers guild, and they were like, WHAT? He was very confused that they didn't know. "But you have a blog and everything!" he says. "Yes, but THEY don't know about it!" I said. I've just been very selective about who I think can handle it and who can't. Maybe I'm afraid of judgement? I can be critiqued by strangers and acquaintances because they will be honest and who cares if they think I'm a freak. But some people I'm close to...it's just hard to expose this part of my life. It's like I'm holding out for the published copy in hand. "Look! I did this!" Maybe I'm waiting for that wow factor? haha. Hadn't thought of that before. Some of my close friends have been vital in my book's progress, and some...I just can't tell. Am I alone here?