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Eithne Shortall: There’s a lot to be said for an occasional burst of blind self-confidence
Doubts may be useful at stopping us making tits of ourselves, but they can also hold us back a little too much
The act of writing novels, my main job, can feel like a form of insanity. You sit alone in a room for a year or more, essentially talking to yourself. Some authors show their work in progress to trusted readers – friends, their agent, other writers – but I’m always too mortified until something clicks into place right at the end.
This is the part of writing that feels like magic; when it turns from ...
