Writing through the doubts again.

My confidence in my writing is shaken, but it doesn't seem to keep me from writing.

When I first started writing, 40 years ago, I was in the midst of the deep depression.  Writing was a way of escape.  I dreamed of success, of course.  But the writing itself took me out of myself and was therapeutic.

I was happy as a clam writing this time, dreaming of further success, knowing the odds were against me, but still...

Anyway, I think I'll just have to work myself through this disappointment for a few months until I get over it and once again regain my delusional self-confidence.  Then not expose it for a couple more years while I just write.