I think every writer has low points. Point where we truly believe we are the worst writer ever, that we should just give it up before everyone points and laughs. We look at the words that yesterday seemed so achingly brilliant and want to cry because today they are complete trash. Writers get in some pretty low spots. Spots where it’s hard to get out of.
But we also have some pretty good highs. The shiny new idea that highjacks our brains, making us giddy with hope and joy. The electricity of writing that perfect scene or of figuring out the motivation behind one of our characters. It’s tingly and new and if we could we’d float up to rejoice with the clouds.
Would we have the good times without the lows? You know the saying “the higher you fly the farther you fall” The highs and lows balance each other out. If we couldn’t feel the despair we’d never know the joy. Sure the low points are discouraging and depressing but I’ll take them if that’s the only way to experience the pure pleasure of writing.