I'm not officially part of the insecure writers group but as I read more and more of their posts today I realized I did have something to add. Last night as I was winding down on my MS, getting so close I can almost touch the tape at the ending line, I had a realization. I hate my WIP. I'm so sick of it. And the closer I get to finishing the more I find wrong with it. I'm so close to done yet I find that instead of getting a burst of speed, I'm going slower and slower. At one point last night I said out loud "Worst. Writing. Ever." Husband raised his eyebrows and said "You're talking about the old writing right? Not what you're doing now." the sad thing is I was thinking of all of it. Old, new, my writing in the future. It's all bad. I'm not digging around for compliments I'm just trying to exorcise this feeling that if I look at one more word I'll run screaming into the woods and become nothing more than the legend of the crazy Georgia lady who throws books at teenagers who get lost in my woods.
Actually I do feel a little better. But by the end of the month this thing is going out on query, bad writing or not.