Don't start to doubt yourself, boy! Be confident....Be Confident!
A line from The Neverending Story.
Atreyu is running through the sphinxes, about to be zapped. At the last possible moment, he gains inner strength and jumps to safety while their laser beams burst behind him. The next line from the scientist cheering him on is
He made it! He made it!
So why can't we Be Confident in ourselves? The Neverending Story to me is one of those greatly written stories that leave you thinking "Why didn't I write that?", yet it's already written and is brilliant.
So why is it writers have such a hard time being confident in their own voice? their words? their whole world sometimes?
Is it our genetic makeup? Our sensitivities to the world around us? Why can't we be confident in how others perceive our words?
What makes words our friends and white empty pages our playground? Yet even seasoned professionals sometimes get writer's block or simply freeze at the thought of whether or not someone else thinks we have talent?
Great writer's are said to write in blood, does that mean that bad writer's bleed only ink? How do we go from poor writing to 'great' writing? How do we find the inner strength like Atreyu to jump though the fire and make it to the other side?
Is it a simple matter of learning to "Be Confident"?