Gurgh. He's right.
Feb. 7th, 2005 04:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's been a crappy day of debugging a great language with terrible debugging tools, and on top of that I stumble upon Varieties of Insanities Known To Affect Authors.
I count myself guilty of several:
The last is the most paralyzing.
I count myself guilty of several:
- He wrote that how fast? And that's his first draft? Aaaargh! He's the real writer. I'm just a talentless plodder who's put together a bag of tricks.
- I'm not a real writer. I don't know what I'm doing. I just dash this stuff off. For some reason, people seem to like it. Or anyway, they've liked it so far.
- He's a real writer. I just make stuff up. He writes from the heart. Alternately: He's genuinely creative— a real writer. I just endlessly rehash my own stuff.
- Any day now, everyone's going to see through me.
The last is the most paralyzing.
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Date: 2005-02-08 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-08 12:49 am (UTC)Dasn't matter what it is, it takes a while of doing something to build up your ego about it...
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Date: 2005-02-08 01:23 am (UTC)Original one of mine: "Why should I spend the time describing it when I'm just going to illustrate it when I'm done?"
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Date: 2005-02-08 02:08 am (UTC)You just have to look around and think "They all think their fakes too."
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Date: 2005-02-08 02:56 am (UTC)