Every novel brings with it its own challenges. Every time I have to return to the structural closet and try on everything hanging there until I find something that fits. And I still end up standing in front of the mirror consumed by uncertainty and wondering, “Does this work?”
I try to remember that poetry doesn’t really matter. If I get a book published, if I get an award – I’ll still likely be totally forgotten 20 years after I die. And that’s okay. It’s more important to write in order to appreciate the craft.