Me two years ago sending in my first signed book contract
I was going through some old posts of mine, and as I read them I thought, “These are pretty good.”
Now before you think I’m being arrogant or some such thing, let me tell you that I struggle deeply with feeling like a fraud as a writer.
I fight and squirm when I have to write, and I’ve all but convinced myself that I have no business writing. So when I tell you that I said to myself that I actually like some of the things I’ve written, it’s kind of a big deal to me. It tells me, maybe I can write, maybe it doesn’t matter what I think so much as that I get out of my own way, keep my eyes on purposes of the kingdom, and just keep on writing. Ain’t nobody got time to be neurotic. It’s a self-disease, this constant critiquing of self.