I can't speak for all writers, but I can surmise that many of us have gone through the inferiority blues when it comes to our manuscripts. We had great intentions, and we wrote that story with fervor. We stepped away from it, and when we returned, we were slammed with the fear of utter failure.
It's not that we didn't like what we wrote. It's just that it didn't seem like it would ever measure up to the work of our favorite author(s). We wondered if we'd made stupid mistakes, if we could be any kind of judge of our own abilities, and we concluded we might never make it as a writer. Until . . .
We breathed in and we breathed out. We started rereading and got caught up in a few chapters. We rearranged a few words, enhanced a scene with new purpose, eliminated a few clogged sentences, and felt a dash of excitement over a couple of metaphors, an intense exchange, some very cool dialogue, and actually cried over one character's decision.
Still laden with inferiority fears, we could at least admit that we wouldn't give up. We stood straight and declared: I can write. I can do this. And so we do.
I've known inferiority my entire life. But it hasn't stopped me because I know what the Lord has given me to do. I go forward knowing apart from Him, I can do nothing. There's freedom in that. And humility.
Write on.
Father, help me to be the one you want me to be. You're the only one who can. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.