You know I think I might have split personalities or maybe manic depressive when it comes to writing. One day I'm up. My writing is brillant. I'm a genius. The next day MY WRITING SUCKS. Who do I think I am? What made me think this might be a viable career? And these characters...don't get me started.
And then of course the next day I'm a literary genius.
Go figure. I'm having one of these days. I'm sure I'm going to have a rocking writing time later, but it's sitting my butt in the chair and letting the words come. Be it crap or golden or golden crap.
I think a lot of it has to do with I have someone waiting at the other end of this ms. My career as a writer won't be over, but if I don't do well I'm going to miss a great, great, great opportunity.
Again, I ask what made me think this might be a viable career?
Because I love it isn't washing today. And I know I'm not the only writer to deal with these feelings. So, I'm just going to tell myself I Am a Great Writer and slink back into the shadows.