a love letter to impostors everywhere

I'm an impostor. At least, I perceive myself to be: I am a fraud, a know-nothing, a talentless buffoon who wrote a story people liked and have cruised by on their goodwill ever since. Is this true? Possibly, possibly not. My brain choruses YES at a deafening volume: yes, you're going to get found out… Continue reading a love letter to impostors everywhere