I often find myself wondering if what I’m writing is terrible. I mean, I can actually read it again without going ‘oh dear god that’s awful’ which is an improvement on stuff that I’ve written in the past.

But then I wonder if I thought that about stuff I’ve written in the past. Did I at the time manage to re-read it and not think it was awful?

The only things that give me slight hope are that I’ve read published stuff that I think is worse than what I’ve scribbled down and that I’ve left it months now, returned to it, and not wept at the ineptitude of it.

So perhaps it’ll turn out okay*

* After copious editing.