Do you ever have the Moment?
You know the one where a flood of self-doubt arrives from nowhere and washes your ambition away? Where writing three original words in a row looks like a physical, emotional and spiritual impossibility? Where you think to yourself: “Self, you don’t have it in you. You never did. You’ll never write like those other guys.”
I had the Moment last night.
I threw one of my shorts out for a critique and it came back covered in red ink. And everything they said was right. That was the hardest part. Every criticism was on target. And it stopped me dead in my tracks and I couldn’t breathe for awhile. I lay awake most of the night trying to recage my gyros. Can I really do this?
Robert Collier said: “Sooner or later there comes a crisis in our affairs, and how we meet it determines our future happiness and success.”
This morning, an epiphany. There are a hundred Moments between me and my publishing deal, maybe more. I’ll have to struggle through every one. Somehow I have to learn to live with the idea that constant self improvement and criticism is a part of the process, this wonderful terrible beautiful painful passion called writing.
And I can do it. So can you.
What about it? How do you deal with your Moment?