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Imposter Syndrome Is Real - and It Wears Slippers

So - here we go again: it’s 7:13 AM. I’m in my robe. I have one sock on. The dog is staring at me like I just told her I threw out all the treats. My laptop is open, the cursor blinking like it’s judging me, and I’m staring at my manuscript thinking: Who gave me permission to write a book? Was there a form? A permit? Did I miss the licensing exam?

Welcome to Tuesday. Also known as: “Imposter Syndrome’s Favorite Day.”

Here’s the thing—I thought imposter syndrome was something that happened only to other people. People who accidentally got promoted to CEO when they meant to send an email. Or someone who woke up famous and didn’t know how to use Instagram filters. But no. Imposter syndrome is an equal opportunity mischief-maker. And for writers? It’s practically a roommate.

Don’t believe me? Let’s talk about John Steinbeck. You know, Of Mice and Men, The Grapes of Wrath, East of Eden—that guy. He once wrote this in his journal:

“My many weaknesses are beginning to show their heads…I’m not a writer. I’ve been fooling myself and other people. I wish I were…I’ll try to go on with work now. Just a stint every day does it.”

Let’s take a moment to digest this. The guy with a Nobel Prize was worried he didn’t measure up. Meanwhile, I once gave up writing for an entire day because I couldn’t remember how to describe toast without sounding like a dramatic food blogger.

Here’s the truth: every writer—yes, even the ones whose books have been turned into prestige dramas and forced upon English students for generations—has heard that little voice. You know the one. It whispers, “Who do you think you are?” It sneers, “Nobody’s going to read this.” It cackles, “This sentence sounds like it was written by a caffeinated squirrel.”

And yet. We write.

Not because we’re certain. Not because we’ve been knighted by the Literary Guild (does that exist? If so, I want a cape). We write because something inside us wants to write. And that’s enough. That’s actually everything.

You don’t need permission. You don’t need a perfect metaphor or a trophy labeled “Most Likely to Land a Three-Book Deal.” You just need that spark. That stubborn, glorious, possibly slightly delusional belief that you’ve got a story to tell.

So the next time you feel like a fraud, like someone’s going to walk in and say, “Aha! Caught you pretending to be a writer!”—just remember: even Steinbeck felt that way. Even I feel that way. And I wear glitter pens like armor.

We’re all just out here, typing through the doubt, sipping lukewarm coffee, and making magic out of messy words. The only way through is to keep writing. Like John said: “Just a stint every day does it.”

And if that stint happens in your robe with mismatched socks and a judgmental dog watching? All the better.


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