Does this shirt make me look like a sack of onions? Should I really have spent that much on a cup of coffee? Did I actually just say that?
My life is full of self doubt, and the time I spend writing is no exception.
And though I don’t know if there is any real way to quiet the questions that arise between spell checks about whether the manuscript I’m working on is good enough, original enough, or has enough zombies, I did recently find a nice little bit of advice to turn to whenever they get really loud.
Basically, I’m just going to tell those little bitches to shut up, I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING HERE.