Doubting self, heart, soul, every stanza, word comma, dash — period.
The problem with poetry
Anna Breslin

The bane of every writer — that doubt the slowly in, slowly, steadily, doggedly … burrowing into your brains like a tap worm and eroding what little confidence you had when you started writing.

I hate that feeling of uncertainty, but a part of me craves it as well. The day that I am not suspicious of myself is the day I am uncertain of my capability as a writer.

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