Anonymous asked: So I thought that you might be able to help me with some advice. After a few rough years of illness(autism diagnosis plus immune dysfunction) I am trying to get back into writing and art(always hand in hand for me). But the little bit of anxiety I had about what I do has gotten way worse. And all I can think is that it is crap. Can you think of anything that could help with this self sabotage.


I am a bit hesitant because I don’t know the extent of your illnesses or how they manifest in your day-to-day life and I am absolutely not qualified to express any opinions on them. So any advice I have may not be useful to you due to my own lack of knowledge on the conditions you have to deal with.

As long as we know that, I will say that I barely know any writers of any merit at all who don’t self-sabotage. Almost every good or great writer I know has expressed to me feelings of being a fraud, or of having ‘lost’ whatever magic made them popular. If I could tell you the names of some of these people who have the exact same feelings you are mentioning, you would not believe it. And I include myself in that group, absolutely.

The ones who DON’T have those feelings are mostly people who have made a decision to believe their own press. They are not people who should be emulated, anyway.

This topic comes up almost every time writers get together and talk honestly. We all deal with it. You are not alone, you are actually in pretty damn fine company.

My other advice is the same advice I give for almost any question about writing. FINISH THINGS. Do small projects. SMALL projects is the key. Do something you can finish in an hour, then do something bigger, then bigger. Each finished project makes you grow an inch until you reach the sky.

Finish things. It does not matter how small the project. Finish it.

That is what makes you a writer, I promise.

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