I recently encountered this diagram. 

For me it so perfectly captures two sides of the creative process of writing.

How incredibly narcissistic it is to write a book, or indeed to engage in any creative process. What self-absorption it takes to mine my own life experiences; to delve within my own mind. To find my deepest self and to have the absolute audacity to fearlessly express that to the world. 

Here I am, world, this is Me! 

Which is immediately followed by crippling self-doubt.

How could I have? Can this possibly be good enough? Is it interesting? Is it unique and original and worthy? 

Two sides of the creative process:

Here I am. Am I good enough? 

Or perhaps:

Here I am. Please love me...