Self-Criticism

So I’m going through another period of weirdness where I am writing a book and continually asking myself, “Is this any good?”  Truthfully, I have no idea.  I usually don’t deem any of my work satisfactory until I’ve put the final period on the final page—which is to say, I am a lethal perfectionist and hopelessly self-critical.  Maybe that’s why I have long been adverse to criticism—because I am my own worst critic.  Anyway, despite my dogged self-criticism—or is that dogged determination—I keep writing.  For as much as I wring my hands over it, it makes me happy at day’s end.