It’s weird. It’s really weird.
The more you write, the less confidence you have in what you’re writing.
You notice every goddamn flaw like it’s screeching at you.
(If you’re writing horror, maybe it is. But I guess that would be the point, right? 😆)
The more you write, the more convinced you are that you’ll never be a ‘good’ writer – whatever the hell that is.
And then, with this weirdly inflated sense of imposter syndrome filling you, you try to
seek out the wisdom of the all-powerful interwebs.
And that goes about as well as you can expect…