The fact that the something you make, might mean nothing at all. |
Facing my demons – the excuses, fears, doubts, worries, and all the other things that combine to stop me from doing the thing I want to do – start writing and finish writing. |
The crash after the thrill because you remember that yesterday what you made, and all the yesterdays before, haven’t seemed to mean much to anyone, and nothing suggests tomorrow, or the tomorrows to come, will be any different. |
Writers have to become constructive editors of their own work (or risk bloating the writing with tangents and meanderings), and that’s a hard thing to do constructively. Where does the writing end, and the editing begin? It’s a hard line to balance, but a challenge that must be continually met. |