So a while back I posted that I kept writing because I thought I was good at it.
Today I’m not so sure. Today I pretty much think I suck. I think about the very talented writers I’ve gotten to know in the past nine months and I realize how crap I am.
My book sucks. It’s never going to get published. 18 agents have seen my query letter. Only one wanted to see more. And once they saw more, they rejected it. My book sucks.
I’ve started writing five other books. They suck. And for some reason I can’t seem to finish them. My writing just sucks.
Will I ever not suck? I hope so. But if I can’t finish another book, how will I ever get to the point where I don’t suck?
I’m feeling really chicken about starting more edits on Twenty-Five. I love the story, but if the writing sucks, why bother? If no agent is ever going to be interested in it, then why spend the little free time I have trying to make it perfect? It won’t be perfect, because I’m not perfect. Because I suck.