I know what will happen if I ever write the Great American Novel and win the Nobel Prize for Literature or its equivalent. I know what will happen if my work is acclaimed and recognized.
I will step up to the stage and accept the reward, hold it in my hands and look at it, and then look out over the vast throng of well wishers.
And I will say, “Fooled you. I am a fraud. I am not the man you think I am.”
But I will step down from the stage and cling to the award with all my heart and soul.
We all suspect that we are imposters just waiting to be found out. I won’t tell if you won’t.