How could I possibly be writing an insecure writer blog post the day after I miraculously completed my second novel? Easy. Today is the day of reflecting. The day where I look back on the last month of creating, writing and inventing and warp it. I look into my writer's reflecting glass and can help but see how terrible my novel is. Why am I doing this to myself? Because I am a writer and writers are insecure.
In the last 20 hours I have told myself
- I should just trash the novel now that I am done with it.
- I should give up on novel writing all together.
- Instead of revising, I should just start over because the first draft is so worthless.
...it goes on from there. With every insecure thought I remind myself that I somehow wrote
over 15,000 words yesterday and that there are good pieces in the story. It may not live to be a full length novel, but perhaps parts will be short stories or novellas. I keep telling myself all the things I know I should be proud of, and I am proud of, but in the quiet in-betweens my insecure voice returns. I let her talk, sometimes I listen, but I promise I won't let her rule me!
Thanks for the support!
How do you keep your insecure voice quiet?
