I’ve always been running from something when I write, and that something is doubt. As long as I’m writing at a decent pace, I can stay ahead of it. That’s why I’m surprised I’ve been able to stay out front even though I’m just working on stories on the weekends. The last few days, though, I’ve felt that doubt creeping up, telling me my story is stupid,”nobody’s going to care about the characters, nobody’s gonna get past the first chapter (if that far), your cover art is dumb, if you were meant to be a writer it would’ve happened in your twenties and not your forties.”
F*cking doubt….I wanna stomp its guts out!
Although I want to keep the release date in March, I’m thinking I might have to push it back a month.
This is crazy. When do you know your story is ready for the world? I don’t think that’s a question I’ll ever be able to answer for myself.