My confidence is very vulnerable while I’m writing. One snag in the plot, and immediately I curse myself for ever daring to think I could actually hobble together a story. Or I reach a dead end, something that I know needs fixing but which I cannot imagine beyond what it currently is, and it’s like I’ve been closed in a box, small and tight, and there’s no way out.
And yet…this always passes. Everything rolls in my head for days, and suddenly I start to see solutions. Sometimes these are vague, with the barest idea of what I could do, and involves a bevy of notes and writing a scene over and over again until it sounds right, but it’s a start, and I begin to think that maybe I can do this after all.
Then someone reads my new work, notices another plot hole, and it all begins again.