There are a lot of emotions connected with writing fizzing away inside of me at the moment. Insecurity is in the mix, but largely drowned out by the others.
There's excitement over a potential new project, optimism about that and my short stories. Anticipation of trips away in the van (my mobile office) where I hope to meet up with some of my writing buddies. There's also a touch of doubt that I'm going to fit in everything this summer.
I'd much rather be busy than bored though, so it's mostly good. How about you?