Over at Bittersweet Girl's, Profacero said about her now-famous post, "The post was an incantation against the depression of the idea that 'this is so hard' . . . " She said something similar in the original, as well: "I wanted to say these things as an antidote to all the grim repetitions I have seen that you must publish to survive, but that to write is to suffer."
I don't know that I ever got the direct messages she seems to have, but I sure am good at channeling "negative self-talk" (a phrase I dislike, but the distancing effect of which I appreciate). "This is hard, I don't have enough time, I'll never finish, I'm stupid, someone else will do it better, someone else probably already has done it better and I just don't know about it because I'm stupid, the organization isn't working and I don't know how to fix it, I don't dare show a draft to anyone because then they'll know I'm stupid . . . " I expect most of you know that playlist.
Maybe this is my own re-playing of ideas I picked up elsewhere; possibly I could think about that.
What I loved, though, was the incantatory aspect: here's what you play to drown out or better yet, replace, the nasty voices. Affirm the process and your own worth. It's a good way to start the writing day, as I need to go and do now. So I'm going to do a little singing to myself:
Writing is easy and publishing is fun.