It's like having a monkey on your back, this writing. There's no let up, no rest. I can't even get up in the middle of the night and NOT think about it. That's okay, actually, because it puts me to back to sleep quick. Now it's like, You will never make your goal at this pace. I say, SO WHAT? I'LL JUST MAKE A NEW GOAL.
Now when someone asks how the book is going, I know they're rolling their eyes behind my back, heck, they're doing it to my face. No one is taking me seriously. I could take a brake, but I'm afraid I won't remember stuff. Besides, it never goes away. Like a monkey on my back.
I remember when I was on fire thinking about writing. Every waking moment was consumed with it, always plotting, always making notes and soaking in every ounce of learning I could absorb. Then doubt set in and a slow death began. But I won't let it happen. I've got too much invested and doubt is not a huge thing. That's what I tell myself. Didn't I read somewhere if you have doubt, you're probably a good writer, better than you think, and you'll work harder to achieve perfection.
All self pity aside, I have encouragement all around me. Others are going through it or have and overcome. I will too.