Sometimes I get bogged down with the thought that my best writing is in the past.
As well as being extremely happy, I have an underlying anxiety whenever I get amazing feedback on a story. What if I can’t live up to it? This happened with ‘Those Charming Birds’, which was published on Potato Soup Journal recently.
It’s not just readers’ reactions though. I panic when I edit something and it just doesn’t work whatever I do. I worry that I won’t ever have that lovely feeling when I know it has clicked. (Don’t worry, I do realise the world won’t end if I write something terrible.)
My writing has improved over the years though. I only have to read my older stories to know this is true (eww). Aside from blips and inevitable plateaus, I see no reason why that shouldn’t continue.
My best writing isn’t in the past. I need to remind myself of this. If you’re a writer, maybe you do too.