by Cindy Sproles @CindyDevoted
Fourteen inches of snow had
fallen three days earlier. Rain pelted down the fourth day. Yet when I opened
the door to head out, it was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. After the
rain, the temperature dropped, and as the mountains are famous for their
beautiful morning foggy mists—the fog had frozen. It was like you could lift
your finger and break the air.
I gawked, took pictures
and when I came home and sat down to write, I found myself in a frozen fog. It
wasn’t writer’s block. My thoughts simply froze as solid as the mountain midst.
It’s crunch time on the
novel and as I enter the last 15K words to completion, self-doubt punched at my
gut.
It’s probably not good enough. You know folks will compare it to the
best seller you had last time. What makes you think you can actually pull off
two in a row?
Doubt strikes at the most
inopportune times. Without warning we’re plunking away at our work when our
fingers grow cold. The confidence we’ve exuberated over the last year, suddenly
vanishes.
