In several places this past couple days, the subject of moments when one either thinks one’s work-in-progress is brilliant or knows that it is awful came up. I found myself thinking of what I always tell myself during both sorts of moments: that while the work is never as brilliant as one hopes, it’s never as awful as one fears, either.

I find this thought somewhat comforting.

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