And I am filled with doubt.
I believe I'm a good writer, or else I wouldn't push myself to improve, and I wouldn't try to get published. I just feel doubt every time I submit. But I keep submitting anyhow.
Doubt is just a feeling. It is not reality. Some might point out that getting all the rejections I've gotten is a reality and that I should just give up. But I believe the process is subjective and that, sooner or later, my work will speak to someone.
My belief and doubt coexist; I choose to act upon my belief.
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