I hate writing. Actually that is not true, I love to write. However, I begin to severely second guess myself after about 1000 words. By the time I get passed the 5000 word mark I am sure that everything written so far has to be scrapped.
Writing is difficult for me for a multitude of reasons, most of which exist only in my mind.
An example of second guessing is as follows. I wrote, and rewrote, a 6000 word paper at least 14 times in 2019. Not a joke. Why did this happen? No clue. The only thing I am sure of is that writing makes me happy and simultaneously tortures me.
Today, I am having something I think should be called ‘thinkers’ block’. I am writing like a madman, but when I go back to read my progress, it is all garbage.