Paralyzing Fear

I do know better. I may have had a break of a month, but before that I was writing fiction daily. Yet, I'm coming back to my work extremely agitated and nervous. 

I'm scared. I'm scared that it's not good enough, I'm scared that I don't know what the heck I'm doing, I'm scared that I'm going to be working on this novel for the next ten years without having a clue, and I'm scared that I'm not talentless.

Ah, the usual paralyzing fear. 

Except that I'm determined not to let it stand in my way this time. I've given up before. I've tried and failed. I have to remember that I have nothing to lose, really. If this one doesn't work out, I can go back to a career that I already have, knowing that I tried. 

But, to be fair, what's the reason that it wouldn't work out? There's always editing, there's always rewriting. I, a professional writer, should know that. 

So it might take two years, five years, ten years. Is that so bad?