This is so true. I have been struggling for over a month to write the final chapter in my first book because I keep telling myself that it’s a terrible story, that nobody will want to read it, that I am a bad writer. Friends tell me to keep going because they can’t wait to read it. My only roadblock is me.
The worst enemy to creativity is self doubt.
Sylvia Plath
I saw this quote somewhere recently and it made me reconsider my struggle to finish my novel. Indeed, there is a cold truth in Plath’s assertion. I write best when I move beyond myself. When I get into the zone, so to speak. This zone involves putting words down without any negative energy interrupting the almost magical flow of creativity.
A tall order on most days. Moving beyond the thought that what I have to say is unimportant and forgettable is usually quite difficult. The thoughts that my characters won’t matter to anyone, that the struggles within the book aren’t relevant, that the plot is boring or weak all too often paralyze me. I become incapable of writing anything when I listen to this internal doubt. My self-concept is surrounded by feelings of incapability, of ineptitude. Renders me incapable of…
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