Writing can be a thorny business.
I've been doing it for many years now. I have four completed novels behind me, a book of poetry, a book of small stones, and a book of questions.
The blank page still scares the bejesus out of me. I sit down to write my work-in-progress and think 'what am I doing thinking I can write? of all the deluded (mumble mumble)....' I have avoided writing poems for almost a year now.
Maybe your small stones will leap eagerly and willingly into your laps, but if you're like the rest of the human race you might also have occasional thoughts like this.
How can we continue when we're convinced the whole project is pointless and that everything we ever write is utter rubbish?
By taking a pen and writing a single word. And then another.
Thank your doubts kindly for their input, and continue anyway. Reassure your critic that you WILL allow them out, when you have written your small stone and you want to start polishing it, but not until then.
Writing can be a thorny business. But then so is life.
We are all in it together. The river of stones, and the river of life. We can encourage each other (do visit each other's blogs next month and say what you like). We can take comfort in the knowledge that every single writer ever has had terrible doubts about what they're doing. We can learn how to encourage ourselves, and get better at this as we go along. We can eat chocolate. We'll be JUST fine.