You know what I say to myself when I feel crappy about my writing?
I say: “Okay, then. If it’s really that bad, quit. You’re not getting paid for this and nothing nothing will be damaged if you give up, except maybe your ego.”
It actually helps.
It helps me examine the reasons why I do what I do. It gives meaning to those countless hours I devote to the task. It gives me the perspective to look at this shitty first draft and know that it will be so much better after a re-write or three.
Because the thing is, I love to write more than anything else (other than, you know, family). I can’t imagine a more worthwhile activity to devote those many hours to. I am a better, more fulfilled and happier person when I write.
Pep talk over.