A war continues to wage within this writing sinner’s heart.
My first three confessions covered identity, comparison, and motives in writing. Here are the final four:
Confession #4: I often don’t (think I) know what I’m doing.
There. I said it. Someone’s going to find me out because I’m not sure I know what I’m doing. By this, I don’t mean I know nothing about how to write. I know something about this. Otherwise I wouldn’t have scored well on research papers in college or be writing anything remotely helpful today…
What I mean is: I’m young and inexperienced and don’t have a turnkey process for writing. I compare myself to other writers (there it is again), and I see the sin in my heart, my mixed motives. All this makes me feel unqualified, undeserving, and, most of the time, incapable.
But this is a good place to be.