Every writer on the face of the earth – or at least the only ones who are any good at all – are convinced at some point that what they have written is crap. Absolute garbage. Bosh and nonsense. However you want to put it, you reread what you’ve written and become convinced that the phrasing is wooden, the pace is all wrong, the dialogue stilted… yeah, yeah, I know.
We’ve all been there, trust me.
Agatha Christie, in her autobiography says, about writing a novel: Continue reading