A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-Seventy
I am still feeling a pressure around writing my fiction at the moment. Tonight was another success, at least in the sense of having come up with a premise that I was able to see through into some type of complete story. Each success, though, raises the stakes a bit, or that is how it feels. I know, really, it is not that way, but it is how I feel at the moment. I should just relax about it, but I want to keep writing new stories each day and I feel like it would take removing that goal to reduce the pressure at the moment, so I am just accepting that I might fail at it one of these days while hoping that I don't and that I get to a place of feeling enough confidence that the uncertainty and doubt which underlie my current stress vanish. Maybe if I am able to keep this same type of output going for another week I might accept it as something I don't have to worry so much about.
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