Face Your Fear by Erin Bevan

FEARLESS FRIDAY
Please join me in welcoming Erin Bevan to Fearless Friday.

I’m not a very brave soul. In fact, I’m probably what one might call a chicken. It took my husband a few days to convince me to go parasailing with him on our last vacation to Florida. Finally, I succumbed to the peer pressure and sent my body hurling what felt like thousands of feet in the air by a giant smiley face balloon. The only thing I could think of was what if a seagull decided to take its claws to the big yellow parachute and cause a hole so big it sent us sailing into the ocean. Then, I rationalized how ridiculous that thought really was and decided to enjoy the view.

Once I got over my fear of falling to a tragic death into the shark infested waters below (okay, there really weren’t any sharks, but it’s the ocean, you can’t rule anything out) I decided we should go parasailing again. So, we did. Not on that vacation, but on our next. And I’m sure each vacation we take in the future, we’ll go again.

It’s amazing when someone faces their fears they realize they didn’t have much to be afraid of after all. We limit ourselves by our fears, not our abilities. I’m hear to tell you, that you have the ability to do whatever it is you set your mind to. A few years ago, I set my mind to becoming a writer and getting published. I’m proud to say that on September 24, The Wild Rose Press helped make that possible with my first debut story, The Ranch Hand. Insert screams here! If I’d let the fear of rejection get in my way (and trust me, I got rejected a lot! Most writers do), then I wouldn’t be writing this post for you now.  Be fearless! What have you got to lose?

Buy Links: Amazon     The Wild Rose Press

Where to find Erin:

Goodreads Page : https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6927178.Erin_Bevan

Twitter: @ErinBevan

Facebook: www.facebook.com/erinbevanwrites

website: www.erinbevan.com

email: erinbevanwrites@gmail.com 

Bio: 

Erin Bevan was born and raised in Southwest Arkansas. She spent her teenage years working for her aunt at the local gas station flipping burgers and making milkshakes dreaming of the day when something better would come her way.

Fast forward ten years later, she found herself stuck inside an apartment in South Korea while her daughter went to preschool and her husband went to work. Alone and unable to speak the local language she turned to books for a friend. After reading a few hundred in such a short time, she decided to try her hand at writing one.

That first one sucked, but by the fifth and sixth book, Erin started to get the hang of this writing thing. Getting the first contract in her inbox was a dream come true. Now, with three babies at home, she squeezes in stories one word at a time, one sentence at a time, one day at a time.  She’s a full time mom, a full time wife, with a little writer sprinkled in whenever she can get the chance.