For lack of a better term, I call what I'm going through right now, "writer remorse."
I know most of you have probably gone through this or will at some point in your career because this is not my first time down this dark, gloomy spiral.
I've been editing and polishing both my novels and suddenly it dawns on me...I can't write worth a crap! I wonder what ever made me think I could write a damn book that people would want to read!
It's a horrible feeling that makes you want to cry and throw something against a wall.
Just wanted to share an emotion that rears its ugly head to try to steal your creativity and destroy your confidence.
The up side, it disappears almost as quickly as it appeared.
I know most of you have probably gone through this or will at some point in your career because this is not my first time down this dark, gloomy spiral.
I've been editing and polishing both my novels and suddenly it dawns on me...I can't write worth a crap! I wonder what ever made me think I could write a damn book that people would want to read!
It's a horrible feeling that makes you want to cry and throw something against a wall.
Just wanted to share an emotion that rears its ugly head to try to steal your creativity and destroy your confidence.
The up side, it disappears almost as quickly as it appeared.
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