Doubt. Restlessness. Courage.

Restless. That’s how I’m feeling these days. Like I can’t get myself moving, like I’ve stalled. The one good, productive day of writing sandwiched in-between the other days plagued with restlessness does little to move me forward. I’m still immured in the restlessness, still trying to claw my way out.
Maybe it’s not so much restlessness as doubt. Or a combination of both. Over the past few months I’ve been working on the rewrite of a novel-length manuscript. This particular manuscript has me...