Nope, it's actually just an endless Sisyphean struggle of:
-reading your half finished draft from yesterday
-"what the fuck is this"
-"I can do better"
-gut the entire thing
-finish only half of it
-leave it for tomorrow
I do this as a songwriter sometimes. If I finish a song I really like quickly, I assume I have ripped it off. I have even sent demos out to people and asked, okay, whose is this, really?
Or in genuine questioning. I often convince myself that I’m not original enough. How could I have written this? It must be derivative or plagiarized. That’s the only explanation.
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It’s a weird feeling to either unknowingly enjoy or loathe your own work.
-reading your half finished draft from yesterday
-"what the fuck is this"
-"I can do better"
-gut the entire thing
-finish only half of it
-leave it for tomorrow
vs.
Did I write this? 😬
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Sometimes I impress myself, sometimes I depress myself.
Next morning, one reads all that again and is like, "What a fuck is this piece of shit, lol."
Forever my harshest critic