While in The Land of the Old, hubby, grandparents, and I headed out to the links for a round of golf. Actually, I got to watch and drive the golf cart (by far the most fun part of golfing, other than enjoying the sunshine). While tootling around, watching my 85 year old grandfather kick my husband's butt at the game, hubby made an interesting comment (I wish I could remember what we were talking about though I do remember wondering where the heck the comment came from), basically saying I couldn't complain about my writing sucking again because now I had to know it wasn't true. Uh-huh. I laughed at him then, and I still have to chuckled at it. I mean, honestly, is there such a time that worries of sucking ever go away? Honestly, I'd like to know. Right now, I can't even bring myself to open my projects file. Everything sucks and I find myself wondering what I'm doing playing at this game. WIP is boring even me, and I'm writing it. Everything else I've got going seems dull and flat. I've read so many wonderful books that I can't begin to compare my own meager attempts to what's out there. UGH. It's enough to make a girl crazy!
How do I make this feeling go away? I wish I knew. Right now it's going to take some chocolate and an evening away from the computer.
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