Warning: Minor rant ahead.
I’ve been having serious doubts about my writing lately.
What if I’m a hack? I strive to improve with each work in progress but can't help but wonder if maybe I suck and no one's told me yet. (I'm sure someone will eventually. No writer escapes some form of criticism.)
Anyway, this uncertainty has resulted in a hesitation to submit material to critique partners and publishers. The irony is I’m still writing and revising. Yeah, I’m a study in contrasts like that. Don’t ask.
Part of it is I feel isolated from the writing community. Heck, my writing group apparently hasn’t even noticed I’m gone. But I also know I can’t rely on people to cheer me on no more than I can force them to buy my book. (I know, this is one weird rant. Nothing like venting while being pragmatic.)
So I’ll continue to write, revise, and submit while remembering what a friend says when life gets too bleak: “This too shall pass.”