You are allowed to be successful

and other stories from the mines of impostor syndrome.

Hey, folks. As I start writing this, I’m just back from 4th Street Fantasy, where we had what seemed to me an absolutely successful convention. I’m full of big ideas for stories (so of course I have to revise a novel) and bubbling over with the companionship and fellow-feeling of my colleagues.

It was, indeed, a very good time.

One thing I took away from …

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