Over the years, I’ve come to enjoy writing. That hasn’t always been so. I struggled with writing for years. Looking back, I was just scared. Fear can masquerade as procrastination, and perfectionism. I was convinced I wasn’t “good enough”. Yes, my writing sold, but I measured myself against writers I admired.
Eventually I realized that although I might want to improve my skills, I had to write anyway, so I might as well do it and enjoy it. Can you imagine a bricklayer deciding that he couldn’t do his job and build a house today because he wasn’t “good enough”?