Working on a new story and I love the idea but I’m not sure about the execution. Why is it while I am in the middle of the creation process the creeping doubt gnomes start gnawing on my confidence? Those pesky little buggers watch the words flow onto the page and scoff, “Stupid, lame,” and many other such ego boosting phrases.
Well, listen here you little toad stools, I am still trudging on and I will get through this scene. It may not be Hemingway but it’s mine. Later I will go back with my trusty colored pens and rip it apart. Then and only then are you allowed to help me shape this. Until then shut up and go to sleep.