TUESDAY. Today is the day you stop self-rejecting. The only true failure is the one where you quit. This is a zero judgment day. Go. Make cool shit. Take the leap. Put yourself and your work out there. Anybody doesn't like that? Take 'em to the shed. THAT'S WHERE I KEEP THE ANTS.

It's probably worth talking about what self-rejection looks like for authors -- and, I assume, other Makes Of Cool Shit.



Self-rejection is a beast with many faces, my frandos.

One face of the Self-Rejection Hydra is the most obvious one: "Oh, this isn't good, I'm going to preemptively quit." You pre-judge the work and find it wanting and so you bail on it. Problem: all work-in-progress is inferior to the work before it's finished. It just is.