My confidence in my writing has flat-lined. Time of death: every time I reread.
I love writing, and have loved it almost before I could scrawl my name with a crayon. Some of the most amazing moments of my life are when the words spill out of me onto the page.
But sometimes I dissect and prod sentences, thinking of how inadequate they are until I'm almost sick to my stomach. It makes me not want to write anymore. Does anyone else have this problem? If so, how do I kill the evil monster of Self Doubt? It seems I have enough confidence to conquer the world, in everything but this.

