previous post for more on this), I can’t help but question the pointlessness of it all. I am stuck but even if I wasn’t, would I be able to write then? Why do I keep trying to write? Maybe I am better of doing something else. This is the point at which my brain reminds me that I am not capable of doing anything else. Which makes me feel motivated on some days, because then I need to write to survive, but on other days, it just makes me feel hopeless.
The most frustrating thing about this much self-doubt is that I don’t know if its in any way justified. Am I right in doubting my skills as a writer? Am I just making excuses for being stuck? And if not, how long should I be taking a break from it all? Uncertainty is bad enough on its own but its crippling when mixed with self-doubt.
My plan for now is to try write for the next twenty five minutes. If I make progress, I shall carry on. If not, I shall watch The Martian (because I can) and figure the rest of the day accordingly.