When I did community theatre I used to make fun of actors. Unstable, I used to say. Insecure, I’d say even louder. Always worried about how they looked, whether they were “on”, whether they had enough lines. Typical navel-gazing bullshit.
All the same crap I do now as a writer.
Today my writing lacks. Tomorrow I’ll probably rock. Some days the up and down is exhausting. Will I ever make money at this? Am I any good?
It’s sad. I’m no different from that which I mock. Sigh. So much for my elitist attitude.