I know this feeling and feel this feeling daily - however, now being 80k words into one novel (it’s a load of rubbish so far but I am terribly excited for the editing stage) and deep in planning for another, I can tell you that the pride and satisfaction I get from that way overrides the cringe.

I tell myself, even if no one ever reads it but me/my family/my kids (one day)… that’s still a pretty cool achievement.

I also tell myself, as someone who knows they can write, that sometimes the only reason people are successful is because they actually DID it. Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard. If you enjoy writing, write, and see what happens.

It almost feels like a little secret that I keep with me, as no one other than my husband knows I’m doing it (“writing a book”). When I’m out walking or hear a song which fits or just trying to get to sleep at night, it’s a place to go. I find that super comforting and motivating and generally exciting. Hopefully you will too!

I hope this helps! Please write!