But damn if writing isn’t the exact opposite. I work and work, I read and listen to every thing I can to try and get better. To give this story every chance to be heard. But confidence, absolutely not. To the point where when my editor and beta readers tell me they like it. I start questioning if maybe I hired the wrong people. Because there’s no way anyone who is as great as they are could like this drivel. They must just be too nice. What a strange ego death this has been. Back to writing