Doubt. It’s a poison, slowly sucking out your will and confidence. Maybe that’s my problem. I don’t feel I’m good enough. I never went to school beyond high school. I haven’t bucked up the courage to submit to contests, nor had the spare cash to do so. And my novel reads like crap.
This morning I’m feeling defeated. The desire to give up burns strong in my head. I know where these thoughts come from. I know they are not true. Yet, nothing changes.
I’ll keep going, keep pushing, keep writing, and keep beating back the monster who would destroy it all. Maybe one day, I’ll win the battle. Maybe that day will be today.