LeslieRWaggonerIII
Dreamer
I recently finished the first novel in a trilogy, and with writing, editing, layout, and publishing now behind me... I have decided to mull over my book and evaluate the degree to which my imposter syndrome has correctly labeled me.
I have faced this entire journey alone thus far and have put in hours untold to understand not only the area of self-publication, editing, and finding my voice, but also learning how to write.
Yes, learning how to write... not just finding my voice, but writing itself.
I never appreciated English classes in high school, and neither did I give a whit about English literature.
And today? I sit and tell you how much I enjoy it.
In my head, I know imposter syndrome is a natural part of a writer’s journey—when the product seemingly outweighs the level of skill and experience one may feel one has. I also understand that the reality is most likely neither as good nor as bad as one suspects.
On the other hand, my emotions are fiercely defensive and beg me to shut my trap, take my novel, and quit watching the sales, the ratings, and the reviews. They beg me to see the positive things and curse every little detrimental word.
I am truly somewhere in between fearing the revelation of my faux skill and cursing what I deem the watering down of the deeply steeped narratives I grew up on.
My hope is simply to connect with like minded souls without a barrage of negativity found in places like Reddit.
I have faced this entire journey alone thus far and have put in hours untold to understand not only the area of self-publication, editing, and finding my voice, but also learning how to write.
Yes, learning how to write... not just finding my voice, but writing itself.
I never appreciated English classes in high school, and neither did I give a whit about English literature.
And today? I sit and tell you how much I enjoy it.
In my head, I know imposter syndrome is a natural part of a writer’s journey—when the product seemingly outweighs the level of skill and experience one may feel one has. I also understand that the reality is most likely neither as good nor as bad as one suspects.
On the other hand, my emotions are fiercely defensive and beg me to shut my trap, take my novel, and quit watching the sales, the ratings, and the reviews. They beg me to see the positive things and curse every little detrimental word.
I am truly somewhere in between fearing the revelation of my faux skill and cursing what I deem the watering down of the deeply steeped narratives I grew up on.
My hope is simply to connect with like minded souls without a barrage of negativity found in places like Reddit.
Sage
Archmage
