I just read this blog post by Kristin Cashore.  One of the things I love about Kristin (other than her awesome books and that she graduated from Williams two years before I did, go Ephs!) is that she’s so open and honest about her feelings about writing, including struggles and hurdles, on her blog.  Sometimes I wish I were more like her in that way — there’s such an honesty and vulnerability in the way she writes about the process of crafting a book and I love seeing how everything comes together in the end.

I think perhaps for me, I’m not someone who shares vulnerability easily, esp when I’m still not sure I’ll be able to overcome whatever aspect of the process is making me feel vulnerable.  Which is a little ironic (and perhaps hypocritical) since one of the reasons I started this blog way back when was so that I and other people could hopefully one day read the process of writing and selling a book as it happened, without looking back through the lens of success.
In fact, one of my favorite posts is one in which I talk about questioning whether I’d ever actually reach my writing goals — whether my full faith in myself and my dream of being a published author was misplaced.  I love reading that post now and knowing that it worked out (and I love reading JP’s motivating response here).  And yet I don’t write posts like that anymore and I’m not entirely certain why.
Perhaps part of it comes from a need to be a little more protective of myself.  At one point after The Forest of Hands and Teeth came out a professional reviewer actually combed through my blog archives and found instances of me doubting myself and used them as reasons my book failed or had holes.  That felt like a breach of trust to me — I felt like I’d opened myself up and shared my fear and hesitation and suddenly it was turned back on me to prove why I somehow failed.  After that I just stopped really opening myself up online as much.
And I think that’s a little unfair — not to me because I still have people I can turn to with my thoughts and ruminations — but to other people out there in this business trying to find their path.  Often I feel like authors start to put this “everything is easy” face on so that people don’t prod at the vulnerabilities and somehow this makes people believe that it *is* always easy and then when it’s not easy for them they think something is wrong with them.  
This is one reason I love Kristin Cashore’s blog — she shares it all and it makes me admire her so much for doing so.  In the blog post I mentioned above, she talks about the fears and anxieties that intensify as she comes to the end of a draft:

The other thing that happens is less welcome: the hopelessness sets in. I can see the book as a whole now, and every single day, I struggle with the voices that are telling me it’s not going to work, it’s going to fail. It isn’t about anything. I’m not good enough to pull all the loose ends together. I’ll get to the climax and realize that it’s a dumb climax. It’s a mess and revisions won’t solve the problems.

And then she goes on to say that she’s learned to remember that the voices don’t control her.  Kristin writes:

You acknowledge the voices, but you write anyway. This faith is performative. I believe in this book.

As soon as I read this I thought “Yes! This!”  I’m often asked if I’ve learned anything from the books I’ve written and I tend to answer with the oft-repeated phrase that writing a book teaches you how to write *that* book and every book has its own new set of problems.  However, there is something I’ve learned: that I can do it.
With the past few books I’ve written I’ve always come to the point when I look around me and think “I’ve broken it.”  It’s a feeling of utter helplessness — it’s over.  Done.  The book can’t be fixed.  It is beyond repair.  In fact, on Christmas Eve I found myself sobbing to my husband, JP, on the phone while hiding in the guest bathroom at my sister’s house because I could not fix the book I was working on and it was due.  I was frozen in panic.
He reminded me that I’d been there before.  That I always end up there with my books.  And he was right.  I’d felt that unbearable helplessness before and I’d found a way to work through it.  I’d figured out the character/plot/scene/hole and I’d fixed it and I had to have faith that I could do it again.  I just had to keep pushing — keep writing.
This is exactly what I think Kristin was saying when she wrote “This is faith performative.”  Not just faith performative, but absolute faith.  With no guarantee that I *could* fix the book, only the knowledge that I had in the past, I had to believe I could do it again.  I had to have faith and I have to continue having faith.
And just as Kristin sharing her process helped me understand my own, I hope sharing my process helps others.  Have faith in yourself and your writing, even the only thing you can hold on to is that faith.