As soon as I finish a book, I think to myself “Danielle, take a break, sleep in…rest.” But within two or three days, a fear creeps in. What if that was the last book I can ever write? What if no good idea ever strikes again? 14 books under my belt and it’s the same every time.
I’ve come to realize that this doubt is just part of my process. And probably a useful part. It keeps me humble; it makes me want to do better, be better.
But, it must be tamed as well. A writer with too much doubt is a writer who can’t write. I will write again. Of course I will. For now though, I need this break.
So, i treated myself to a yummy turmeric latte this morning and am breathing through the discomfort.