My “write every day for 100 days” challenge ends at the beginning of May, so I’ve got less than a month to go. I’m doing really well. I’ve got a lot of pages and I feel pretty confident about them…most of the time. I’ve noticed that when I go back to read pages, I think one of two things:
1. Wow, this is good
OR
2. This is complete crap, what am I thinking?
I have days of creative energy and zest, followed by days of absolute doubt and fear (of failure, wasting my time, getting my hopes up, etc). So, when I saw this, I nodded along and took comfort in knowing that at least I’m not alone:
P.S.
I visited The Last Bookstore in Los Angeles this past weekend and discovered these shelves of color-coded books. Nothing appeals more to my slightly obsessive-compulsive nature than this.
