This morning at Mass, when I was supposed to be following the liturgy, I kept finding myself distracted by thoughts about my writing. And, more specifically, doubts about it. And while I know that God does not begrudge me my inattentive mind, and is probably happy I show up at the church at all, I still feel sheepish when, standing or sitting or kneeling in the pew, I come out of a daydream, and remember where I am.