starting a new book eh? A whole seven pages done. My, that road ahead seems to stretch a long way. How did I get to 300 pages on the last one? Can I really blather on to that degree again and produce something worthwhile as the result?
To paraphrase Ethel Merman, there's no doubts like writers doubts...
That sounds a bit self-agrandizing, like telling everyone i'm going to swim the english channel when i don't even have a passport.
Unlike the first one I have something specific I want to say with this one - having the patience to say it in a half-assed readable fashion would be nice, tho, wouldn't it?