Until today, I hadn't written for weeks. Because, you know, insecurities and self doubt, and all. Dangerous stuff, people, dangerous stuff. But I read. Like, loads. I read through the guilt of not writing (yes, I feel guilty when I avoid my works in progress). Then today, I reread what I had done so far in my latest book, and...I liked it. As much as I'd like it to be so, writing is not my full time profession; I have a consuming full time job, as well as a family, so writing can be difficult to get to, anyway. But when insecurity rears its ugly, nasty head, it's just that much worse. But when I reread the words I'd already gotten down, I felt good. I liked the words. So, yeah, it takes me longer to write a book (I've written two in the last year and a half), and yeah, I stop to read other books while I'm in the middle of writing one, but I think that's okay. I think it's okay if I take a breather and get my head together and soak up some other good words while I try and put my own together. I guess my point of all this rambling is, how do we get through the insecurities of it?