A short entry today about the about the windy road of insecurity followed by out of control pomposity.
I am on the final revisions of my novel. Chapter 23 out of 38 (Sweet! I am actually over half way done).
I started the day on chapter 19. It’s been like running a circuit of hateful self-loathing, as I wallow in my own stupidity, only to turn the corner and find out-of-control ego, as I become convinced I’m a genius. (note, I had to use spell check to spell “genius” correctly, that took me down a peg).
Its been that extreme all day, I go from one chapter thinking,: “wow, that really came out awesome, I’m so proud of myself,” to the next chapter of: “eyyy gad, was there really no better way to get that on paper?”
In other words, I’m having a Bi-Polar editing day. Anyone else have this troubling experience?