As soon as you get a little success, the fear hits. You realize you have to keep this up. You have to continue to produce. You have to be good, better even, or you’ll disappoint everyone.
Then, all of a sudden, the ideas stop coming. You aren’t inspired. Creating isn’t fun anymore. Actually, it’s just toil, like dragging truck tires through the dirt until you puke. It becomes like marine boot camp. All you want to do is ring the bell so you can go home, so you don’t have to hurt anymore, so you don’t have to be afraid.
Of course, this is what the resistance wants. You knew, starting out, it was going to be this hard. You just thought you could take it.
So what do you do?
I like what Barry Michels says: imagine yourself staring out into the universe while all the chaos and evil in the world is attacking you. You shout into the mess, “Bring it. I’m not afraid of you.” And by saying that, you win. They can’t stop you.
What is the evil?
For you, it is the success. Because you don’t create for their opinion alone, and if they don’t like your next piece of work, that’s okay. It’s not all about them (it’s not all about you either).
You’re job is to sit down in front of the page and write what comes to you. You’re job is to write it as best you can. The success is nice, but it’s not your goal. Your goal is to write words.
So go for it. Write.