Doubt is the poisonous dart that strikes the heart of any writer, paralyzing her until she stops listening, forgets to feel, and starts to think.
Great writing doesn't necessarily always come from thinking. For me, when I write fiction, I listen to everything around me, waiting for a plot or a new character to introduce itself to me. I initially feel my way through the action; the real cerebral work will inevitably come later.
But when I start to doubt my abilities, my calling, things start to get muddled. I start to think – not about my next book or where the series is headed, but how I am being perceived because I'm still pursuing a dream. That noise drowns out my inspiration until I can't hear my characters or feel their stories within me. And then the doubt resurfaces.
To be a writer is to be a dreamer. There's no way around it.
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