The last week or so, I've been plagued with a recurring doubt...I don't have a full novel in me. I've had several days where the story has flown out of me and a few where I've stared at a blank screen and rewritten the same paragraph ten times. But the more I write, the louder the voice gets.
"Sure, you've written 12,000 words. But you'll say all you have to say in 25K. Then what? Hum for 25K more?" (And, yes, I know whose voice that is, and he can kiss my heiny)
It reminds me of my math classes in high school and college. The first day of class, I'd always look at the last chapter in the textbook and wig out because there was NO WAY I would ever be able to learn those concepts. My mom would sit me down, open up the first chapter and calmly say, "Well, just start here." And by the end, I was always that annoying girl with 104%.
My plan of action: Just keep writing.