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?
Here I am. Please love me...