Not with that attitude! Still, the thought keeps running through my head. I can’t do it. After 180,000 words, one and a half-half finished novels, and 40 rejection letters, the doubtmeister digs its steel claws in.
And what am I doing while fostering these useless thoughts? Nothing.
And what should I be doing while fostering these useless thoughts? Something.
There is no doubt the doubt will remain. The feeling I can’t do it will persist, intensify, until I do it…or give up.
I’m obviously not giving up. I’m not that smart. Like I’ve said before; I’ve cornered the market on stupid.
So what keeps you going, Dumbass?
Delusion. Wondrous delusion. The resolute belief that what I can’t do is temporary and what I will do is permanent. Also, the fantastic realization that what I have done is absolutely bad ass!
So, I can’t do it. You know why? Because I’ve already done it.
Now shut up and don’t bother me. I’m writing a book!