We all have to learn to deal with doo-doo eventually.
Consider me a newbie mom, but it never occurred to me that my son should be wiping himself until about a month before kindergarten. And then the flashbulb went on and I scrambled to teach him.
He didn't want to. He's fastidious and doesn't like to make mistakes, so the thought of taking care of this daily chore literally reduced him to screaming and crying on the toilet.
Basically, he didn't trust himself. He was afraid. Scared to get his hands dirty. Afraid he'd miss something.
This is probably weird, but it made me think of us as writers. There comes a point where we have to "grow up" and trust ourselves.
We can't always rely on a crit group, agent, or editor to wipe up our mess.
I think this should be a part of maturation for every writer, that we can look at our work and be confident in our ability to clean it up. Not saying we'll make it perfect or that we won't miss something, or even worse, that we'll create a mess and spread the crap farther than it needs to go.
Just saying this is a part of growing up. As a writer and as a person.
In life, have you ever tried to clean up a mess and made it worse? Have you ever, trembling, stepped forward and made things better?
Do you think any writer can ever get to that place of confidence? Do you think there's a fine line between confidence and arrogance?