When Stephen King once wrote of the act of creating, "sometimes it feels like shoveling shit from a sitting position", he wasn't kidding.
You work and work and work and work and it feels like nothing you're doing is working the way it should. Like it all isn't going to work out. Even (and maybe especially) when you're doing nothing more than revising the work. All the flaws come up, all the warts come out, and you wonder why you wrote this nonsense.
And there are people that do this for a living, not because they enjoy it. I wonder how they manage. Do they not think back on what they do?
You work and work and work and work and it feels like nothing you're doing is working the way it should. Like it all isn't going to work out. Even (and maybe especially) when you're doing nothing more than revising the work. All the flaws come up, all the warts come out, and you wonder why you wrote this nonsense.
And there are people that do this for a living, not because they enjoy it. I wonder how they manage. Do they not think back on what they do?