The Resistance

No one will read it.

It’s too late.

If you were going to take this seriously, you should’ve done this 10 years ago.

You should’ve written fiction instead.

You’re an imposter.

No one actually likes your writing.

Why don’t you give up already?

You’ve started a lot of books, but you can’t finish one anymore.

You don’t know how to market well enough.

You don’t sell well enough.

You will never sell as many copies as [insert big names].

Why even try?

Why do you waste so much time on this?

It is a waste, isn’t it?

Your words don’t make a difference.

Your words don’t help.

You’re delusional.

No one cares.

You still don’t make a living from writing. Do something that will actually make money. Do something that will actually pay bills. Do something that will take less time.

AI can write better than you.

AI can write faster than you.

No one reads your style of writing anyway.

Why aim so high?

Just give up.

Just quit.

Everything you’ve done sucks. The books. The blog. The posts on social. They all suck. They’re terrible. You know why? Because you suck. You’re terrible.

God doesn’t care whether you write.

You think God actually cares about you?

I’ll be back again tomorrow.

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Doubt says those things. Fear says those things. The Resistance says those things.

Every.

Single.

Day.