Re-reading and questioning everything.
I’m unsure if the words are good (even) for me, which makes doubt creep in.

I wrote like a crazy person to meet my Q2 deadline in one month, and suddenly, I read back, and I didn’t feel it. So I have words, the words I wanted, but they need a lot more tone, coloring, and depth to be even mildly good.

Perhaps writing is like painting, which would make sense considering it’s an art form; I will need to add layers on top of layers until the end.

So that is what I am doing. Caring less about deadlines and more about keeping on going…