Hi. I feel like this is a common writer thing that writers experience, and it goes like this:
You write. You re-read it and think, oh my god. This is hot garbage. You edit it. It makes sense. You think, oh my god. I am the literature god. I will dethrone all other authors.
A day passes by. You over-analyze every sentence you wrote, and think, oh my god. I am a peasant who can't even create coherent paragraphs.
It's been happening to me a lot. Half of me is like, "This sucks. All of your ideas suck. Stop trying," and half of me is like, "There is no one like you. You are amazing. Your ideas are innovative and brilliant."
It's frustrating and I'm just trying to figure out what is self-hate and what is actual good criticism! Any tips on how to stop this? Peer-reviews are often suggested, but not many people review my work if any. AAAAAAAA