Self Doubt and Writing

Managing Self Doubt

Managing Self Doubt

I’ve been thinking a lot about writing just recently, and as a writer I suppose that shouldn’t be that unusual. But I haven’t just been thinking about writing – I have been writing. So even though I feel I’ve lost my ‘mojo’ I ain’t got the dreaded ‘Writers Block’ where I stare at an empty page.

Self doubt is something that affects everyone at some time during their lives, maybe even on a regular basis. Any ‘professional’ who is worth their salt, will question whether they are good enough, have they done enough, could they do better? So it doesn’t have to be a particularly negative experience, just perhaps a little frustrating. I’ve come to the conclusion that a little self doubt, now and then, can be quite healthy. It makes us stop. Take stock. Have a look at ourselves. Delve deep and think about what it is we really want. Self doubt isn’t a notion particular to me as a writer. Am I a good mother, partner, daughter, sister? Was I good nurse, manager, care giver?

For me it’s all about writing it out. Drivel, scribbles, doodling – call it what you will, but at least I’m writing. As part of the CampNaNoWriMo challenge I’ve set myself a goal of writing for 15 minutes per day (at least) to a given creative writing prompt. You can read about how it’s going on my blog, Louise Charles Writer, where I gabble on about my writing process. And it’s working – I’m pushing down those thoughts of I can’t do it and making it clear that I can and I will. And I’ve started on the first substantive edit of Wolf Moon, my next project for self publication, so watch this space.

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  1. I have noticed that too. (And coretibuntd myself, more times than I care to admit!) I think as writers, we crave to write the way normal people crave taking a nap, having a glass of wine, going for long runs, etc things that help you relax, work out the kinks. When we get the chance to sit down and do it, if the all-elusive Inspiration doesn’t meet us there, than our most profound emotion in that moment is that very frustration and out it comes If I had a nickel for every poem I have seen about the taunting of the flashing black line on a white screen

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