Every writer struggles with doubt. Is my goal/dream of being published worth the sacrifice? Will anyone want to read my work? What if I spend hundreds of hours writing and re-writing and no one likes it? What if I spend hundreds of hours writing and re-writing and I don’t like it?
My friend, a musician, turned me on to this song by Tanya Davis. No matter the medium, all artists are alike: we all struggle with our relationship with our art.
What do you think? What’s your relationship with your art? What do you struggle with most?