I had an epiphany today. I’ve been down for a few days and struggling to make any progress with my writing.
I pitched my screenplay project to producers and agents at the London Screenwriter’s Festival last month. To my utter delight, I was asked to submit it to a few people. It felt like an endorsement of my commitment to pursuing my ambitions as a writer.
And all of a sudden I can’t write.
I am merely hours of work away from being able to send it off. And I’ve hardly done a thing. It’s taken me three days to edit 10 pages. But I realised this afternoon that I’m just having a crisis of confidence. My Inner Critic bested me.
I wrote about it to help me get over it. Hopefully A bout with my Inner Critic will help me recognise her before she gets her claws in next time.
But now I must crack on!