Have you ever been driving somewhere and suddenly found yourself in the midst of pea soup fog, peering desperately through the windshield in search of the road? Your own headlights reflect back at you from the enveloping cloud. A once well-known neighbourhood becomes unfamiliar. Discerning directions is like staring at a magnetically confused compass. You can no longer trust your fog-shrouded senses.
That’s what happened to my creative self this past weekend. I thought I knew where my writing was going, but suddenly nothing felt right. Every familiar phrase became suspect. My Inner Critic had descended and cloaked my rationale. I was lost, and I don’t mind telling you… feeling more than a little desperate. I didn’t have time to waste playing vocabulary tic-tac-toe.
Fortunately I knew better than to try and second guess myself. It was time to pull over and wait it out. Eventually the sun began to burn through the mist of my uncertainty and landmarks began to reappear. What a relief! I hate ‘flying blind’.
Have you ever felt doubt overcome your confidence in the middle of a writing project? How did you handle it?