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.)