With regards to work (whatever you do for a living), have you ever felt like a fraud or impostor and that others might find out that you are not quite as talented as you pretend, and that you may even have reached your level of competence?
It’s funny that that’s the question I opened up to in my book, because that’s something I do think about a lot. Most writers I know feel some level of that (“I can’t believe I get to pretend things for a living! Some day someone’s going to wise up and realize what a fraud that is, and then boy-howdy am I going to be in trouble!”) and I do kind of feel that way myself some days with HaldeCraft (“I can’t believe I get to play with crafty things all day for a living! Some day someone’s going to wise up and realize that’s not really a job, it’s fun, and then boy-howdy am I going to be in trouble — I don’t think I could even hold down a *real* job any more!”)
A Day in the Life
Maker of thrown, hand-built, and slipcast ceramics; dyer and spinner of yarn; writer of science fiction; watcher of people and nature.