Was browsing the interwebs when I came across this on Libba Bray’s livejournal
‘I’m convinced that self-loathing is just a huge part of the writing process. The first draft is like getting dressed in a dark room, and revision is like being in the cruel, fluorescent glare of the dressing rooms in Macy’s with its three-way mirrors. Necessary and painful.’
Word. Except my inner critic is Trinny and Susannah combined and has a big pokey stick to draw attention to all the wobbly bits (back, inner critic, back). Thank god I’m not the only one who feels like this.
Anyway back to, yanno, work.