It's six in the morning and I want to go back to sleep. I've been writing for an hour and a half, well rewriting really, and my confidence is beginning to slip again. I keep thinking, "What if this is boring? And what am I awake for anyway? The kids are asleep, I should be sleeping while I can. And if I can't fall back to sleep, then there's laundry to put away. The refrigerator needs cleaning, the dog needs a bath, and I have so many unread e-mails that I don't know if I can get through all of them in a day so I should start now.
Ok, now I should get back to the book and stop worrying about all the things I can take care of later. Besides, I don't want to let the overeditor in my head ruin the joy of early morning writing. I'll blog again later, but I just wanted to air out those anxieties.