Ugh. I’ve been fearing I must utter the dreaded phrase, “writer’s block,” to describe the disinterest I’ve had in my work lately. That and the discouragement, the fear that perhaps I’ve “lost it,” or if I ever “had it” in the first place. My latest work has issues, issues that I don’t normally encounter. Or that I can at least work out quite readily and easily. Instead I stare at the stream of words, blink, frown a little for good measure, and finally sigh in exasperation. Nothing. I’m afraid–no, wrong word…reluctant–to even try to fix it because I have no confidence that it will be made the better for my efforts. Perhaps it will self-destruct if I touch it, going up in smoke and my writing aspirations with it.
And then, by the providence of God, I happened upon this tweet from a Writer\’s Digest contributor about self-doubt: http://ow.ly/167E6E. How encouraging! To be a bit disapproving of one’s own work is a healthy thing. It signifies growth and ambition. I can roll with that!