I feel I must try to overcome my self-consciousness and continue.  Writing is one thing, the idea that people who know me may read what I write for some reason fills me with dread.  Is my voice strange, or silly, or just not natural?  Is the idea ill-conceived?  Who knows, I must just feel secure in the knowledge that if I only hope for good things for others, then they feel the same way.  An idea is brewing for wild rose and lemon cupcakes, it may have to be shared with the world....we shall see.