I’m at that point in a book where I’m looking at it and wondering whatever made me think I was literate in the first place. This is perfectly normal and happens to about 95% of writers—we’re known to have highs and lows in our confidence (thanks to she-who-fights-and-writes for this visual explanation of the insanity that goes on in a writer’s brain).

Right now I’m at “No on will ever read this book because it sucks and is the absolute worst.” But the interesting thing is that there is also a tiny part of my brain that is saying, “Well, no, this is actually pretty cool. You just need to finish and edit it.” That’s the part that I’m desperately encouraging at the moment.

I think part of the problem is that I worry that I’m adding too much worldbuilding and non-romance stuff to my romances. But that’s the way my brain works—I want to know the background of my MCs, I want to know what problems are lurking in the background and how their world got to that point in addition to the spine-tingling, toe-curling romance. But I’m always afraid that readers are thinking, “Ugh, why is she bothering with all this political crap—get to the smexy times!”

Mrgh. Enough people buy my stuff that there must be readers out there who want worldbuilding along with sex. So I’ll write for them and try to add more of them to my audience.