I get so bogged down in the daily quest of survival I lose sight of me. I start questioning what I’m doing.
At the moment my characters’ voices are muddled. They’re being drowned out by the day to day activities in my own life required to stay alive. Not being able to hear them clearly makes it tremendously difficult to get lost in their lives, to discover their stories, to know them well enough to relate them.
It makes me doubt myself. Dumb because I know really do know better. Even so, it’s times like this I pull out my previous accomplishments to remind me that my writing really doesn’t suck, no matter how much it seems to.
What do you do when you forget that you’re capable of whatever you put your mind to?