The best gift a writer's mind will give to said writer is insomnia causing self-doubt that makes one believe that one's work is a steaming heap of turd. This crippling self-loathing causes a writer to rewrite the ever-loving poop out of their work until it resembles something that they are not entirely ashamed to put out into the world. When this doubt meets the nerve shattering panic of deadlines, a writer then has the proper motivation to revise their trash until an editor might not reject their submission, crushing their soul.
To all my fellow writers, recognize that your work is absolute garbage and let that mix with your anxiety, motivating you to produce something that is decent. - Cheers
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