- Many of them had no clue what they were doing, and are astonished by how very much they DID NOT KNOW.
- All of them were plagued by serious doubts, while at the same time never wavering from the certainty that they would publish a book.
I ping pong between doubt and certainty on a daily basis. Sometimes hourly. I careen from "What the hell am I doing?" to "This is going to happen. I know it." It's like some kind of writer's bipolar disorder. But after reading that article, I realize I'm afflicted with a very common condition that will resolve itself with diet, exercise, and endless rewrites.
I feel hopeful. (Right now. Check back in an hour and you might find something drastically different.) I managed to cut my manuscript down to 102,000 words. It's filled with people who are so real to me, I often forget they don't actually exist. A year ago, they didn't. I will spend the next few weeks letting them stand on their own out in the world, waiting to see if I've done my job bringing them to life.