I have been published nationally about a dozen times. I like to write about the unexpected turns ordinary lives take,  the jagged shards you step upon just when you think your path is clear and straight.  But I’m not crazy about exposure. It can make you feel like an ant under a budding psychopath’s magnifying glass. Some nights, however, I feel like I am going to die if don’t write, so I do.  Some people feel that way when they miss Scandal or the Game of Thrones or are stuck drinking gloppy kale smoothies, pining instead for an iced cinnamon bun. I say next chance, binge watch that show, eat that cinnamon bun, and write — even if you are reluctant.