It's one of those days.
A day that I sit and stare at the words on my computer screen in complete horror, convinced that I have made a terrible mistake, that I will never write one word that anyone else would ever want to read, much less pay money for.
A day when I'm convinced my friends are whispering behind my back, "Poor girl. She actually thinks she's good at this."
A day where I ask myself, "Why did I quit my job? Oh my holy crap, what was I thinking? Do I unknowingly indulge in illicit drugs in my sleep, like those people on news shows that sleepwalk and mindlessly eat? And if I do, in fact, indulge in illicit drugs, how am I paying for them?"
It's days like these when I am saved by that flickering flame that hides in my heart, that persistent little voice. The one that says - do it. Just write. The words will come.
I sure hope that voice knows what it's talking about.