Today’s post (and Venn diagram) relates to something that I feel much of the time, but which seesawed even more than usual at the end of last week. I’m talking about a lack of balance or consistency in how I see myself as a writer.
Usually I chug along trying to do my best, and to improve and learn as I go. I like to think that I’m quite a positive, glass-half-full sort of person. However, there’s always a doubt somewhere in my brain. Sometimes it’s a tiny little thing right at the back, and sometimes it’s a great big horrible monster that crowds everything else out. It tells me that any writing success I’ve had has been down to luck, or timing, or the judges’ kindness. Don’t get too excited, it probably won’t ever happen again.
I know it’s not just me, and imposter syndrome is a well-known phenomenon. But…
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