The thoughts currently living in my head:

* Everyone is going to realize what a phony you are.

* You have no more usable ideas.

* Writing a novel is beyond your ability.

* You may have done it twice, but the third time is either a charm or a strike– and you’re proving that you don’t belong in this game.

* Others write first drafts that are at least readable.

* You’ve bitten off more than you can chew.

* You need to go back to step one.

WHY CAN’T I JUST FREAKIN’ LET GO AND WRITE A CRAPPY FIRST DRAFT?

*off to read Bird by Bird to find some good company*