All of a sudden, what I wrote so far – 10 chapters – is pure crap.
Last week I thought it was good (not excellent) but now I read it and I’m thinking ‘who’s gonna read this crap’.
Apparently this happens to many writers. Since I’m not an experienced writer, it was bound to happen to me, right?
I’m tempted to throw the whole thing in the bin.
I won’t. But just thinking about it makes me feel better.
It’s like when you want to throttle your kid. You don’t, obviously, but you feel better just thinking about it.
I think they call it fantasizing.