I get crises of confidence over drawing and illustration quite often. I've pretty much got used to it, and found that it is usually when I am really learning something or shifting something forward. But I never get them so deeply as I do with writing. The writing ones frighten me. I suppose I just know so much less about what I am doing. Or maybe I'm just not really cut out for it. Longer stories anyway.
But today at least I've managed to get over myself (cut myself out) for a few hours and make it just under halfway through a third draft of my second Stanley Wells book. Now I am jinxing it by writing a journal entry about the fact :)
The weather is really beautiful. Freezing but beautiful. I need to take a walk in it. must. find. excuse.