I’m a bit late with this but I admit to struggling with the following:
- I am a lazy editor of my own work. Somebody’s else’s stuff I can just dig into with reckless abandon. My own, meh. It’s not that I don’t think it needs editing but sometimes I’d much rather be writing new words than poring over my old ones.
- I will never be a “flowery” writer. You know the kind that make you swoon with their brilliance? Yeah. So not me.
- I’m too easily distracted. I get caught in YouTube death spirals all the time. It starts as research and then next thing you know, I’m watching “The Magic School Bus.”
- By the time I’m published, I’ll be too old to enjoy it. Or if it does happen, I’ll be so overcome with joy that I’ll drop dead like that guy in “Waking Ned Devine.”
Something that helped the insecurity a tad: My pitch was selected for NaNoWriMo’s Pitchapalooza! Hop on over and check it out. I am perfectly happy to exchange cupcakes for votes. I have no shame.