Here’s what the creative process is like.
It’s a constant loop of “wheeee this is great OH NO IT’S A DISASTER.” You’re a happy little orange dot at the top of the world having a great time and feeling capable and inspired, and all of a sudden you’re a dejected little orange dot at a stormy low careening off track (where there is a hungry alligator waiting to snap you up.) (Yes, that is an alligator. On the bright side I’m slightly better at writing than drawing.)
Extremes bridgeable on a weekly, daily, or hourly basis include:
I’m great at writing! / I’m the worst at writing ever.
I was meant to do this! / Why do I even bother trying?
I’m going to write thousands of words today! / Ooo, television.
I can see my way to the end of the book! / This book will end half-written in the garbage.
Someone will want to publish this! / Someone should put me out of my misery.
This chapter is working! / What am I doing with my life?
I want ice cream! / I need ice cream.
Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go strap in for another turn. And then get some ice cream. (The alligator likes sprinkles.)