The most torturous thing with writing is that most days it feels like you’re doing nothing. But then I go back to the days I was doing something, and astonishingly : the feeling was the same. At the end of each day, I’d feel almost as worthless as I do right now. Perhaps, more.
But with writing, it so happens, rarely of course, that you’ll write a sentence and realize: this is what I was doing that day.