There's a little dance we do here in the writing world. Stop me if you've heard the tune.
Two steps forward, experience paralyzing self-doubt, two steps sideways, dodge falling book sales, two steps back, run into a wall. Lather, rinse, repeat.
The order of the steps changes from time to time, but however you go through them, they're all there. Sometimes, if you're lucky, you get to do step one repeatedly and skip all the others.
I'm stuck in the 'paralyzing self doubt' and 'dodge falling book sales' loop. No steps forward or sideways. Thankfully, also no steps back and no wall.
It looks like this: "Why bother writing when it's all been done before and no one is buying your books anyway?"
It sounds like this bit of Cabin Fever from Muppet Treasure Island. "Allemande left, allemande right, it's time to sail or sink. Swing your partner over the side. Drop him in the drink."
Yep, it's nuts.
Why any of us put ourselves through this escapes me sometimes. Then I remember that I have stories inside my head that need to come out. Getting it from inside my head through all the screaming meemees there onto virtual paper? Ah, there's the niggle.
I'll get through this. I always do. I simply have to tell all those meemees to get the hell out of my way and to shut the hell up. Or try to dance around them.
The Writing Shuffle. It's got a bad beat and you can't dance to it.
Have you done the dance? Can you think of a better name for it? Because The Writing Shuffle is kinda lame.