Everytime I write a story, I worry. I worry if I have enough substance. I worry if my characters lack depth. I worry if the dialogue is too thick, too awkward, too artificial. I worry if the plot is not as smooth as I imagined it would be. I worry that there isn’t enough pace to keep everyone entertained. Most of all, I am worried about the quality of my own writing. I am worried if I am ever good enough for what I’ve set out to be. But I befriend the characters anyway and sometimes the story has a happy end and sometimes it derails. But the point is always the story itself. Nothing else.