A lot of my writing struggles to come to fruition because I inherently know that I’m looking for my own voice. I speak a certain way, and often times it’s the long way around. I write in a similar fashion.
I used to hate reading Faulkner his long-windedness, and yet I’m pretty guilty of it myself.
So, I self-edit. And time and time again, I have to remind myself to quiet the resistance. It’s not aiding you. It’s hindering.
In anything you do, find your voice. Be yourself. And just do the work.