I'm feeling a bit discouraged about my writing this morning.
All I've been doing is editing, and editing more than one work's beginning. This gives me a pretty myopic view in many ways, as I'm focused on the first moments of the work, trying to give my readers a setting to react to.
I'm feeling very discouraged. I've been doing this for, what, seven years? And I'm still fixing mistakes. And I don't know, through all this, if I'm getting any better, if my work is getting any better. I don't know if it's worth it, because I don't know if I'll ever get published. Or, if I self-publish, if I'm good enough to get published. I don't want to be published until my stuff is good, really good, and I don't know if I've got what it takes to get there.
I need a breakthrough, not a breakdown. And I don't know if I can find my way to it.
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