I feel like I have become so critical that nothing I produce stands up to my own scrutiny. the question of it standing up to the scrutiny of others wont arise because I won't feel confident about showing it to them. I realise that elusive feeling of completeness one gets after finishing a piece of writing is fleeting. Nothing that most of us produce will stand the test of time. New knowledge is born from the ashes of old knowledge, etc. etc. But, even that temporary feeling of completeness feels out of my grasp. Maybe seeing the gaps in your own work is a prelude to learning to fill the gaps? I hope so.
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