The imposter’s imposter

I sat down New Year’s morning and banged out three blog posts and improved another one that was waiting in the queue. “This is pretty good,” I thought, “I wish I could keep up this pace.”

It was then that I realized I have imposter syndrome even with myself. Not content to bemoan that I will never be the next Steven King or Ray Bradbury, now I’m unhappy that I may never be as good or productive as me.

“That one piece I wrote in 2001 — that book I put out in 2018 — will I ever match those? Wow, four decent blog posts in one morning — those days are gone, yes?”

Except those are proof that I can do it, and with the right conditions — a good night’s sleep, a little quiet time for focus — it can happen over and over. (And by “a little quiet time,” I might mean the five minutes I’m taking to rewrite this out of a journal entry.)

I know just where to find such time: Facebook informs me that last week I averaged 2 hours, 17 minutes of “daily screen time.” Sorry, Mark Z, my composing screen time is more important to me than my consuming screen time. Sayonara.

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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