You ever read your own writing and think: well this is complete shit. No two ways about it– this is pure, unadulterated hot garbage that I wrote and I’ll be damned if anybody but me ever reads it. How often does this happen? And alternatively, how often do you read something of yours and think: Damn, this is too good.
My guess is the the former outpaces the latter. I know, anecdotally, that that’s the case with my own writing. I’ll read something that’s been published, y’know something written by an actual author and then I’ll start in on something that I wrote yesterday and they just don’t compare. It’s almost as if they’re writing in a different language. The difference is apples and oranges– and I fucking hate oranges.
Is there ever a moment when it all clicks?
Who the hell knows.