Chuck Wendig wrote this post for writers, but I think it’s relevant to any kind of creative activity:
Suddenly Old Mister Doubt is jabbering in your ear.
Youâ€™re not good enough.
Youâ€™ll never make it, you know.
Everyoneâ€™s disappointed in you.
Where are your pants? Normal people wear pants.
…self-doubt is the enemy of the writer. It is one of many: laziness, fear, ego, porn, Doritos. But it is most certainly one of the worst, if notÂ theÂ worst, in the writerâ€™s rogue gallery of nemeses.