I’ve been having one hell of a time combating this over the last couple weeks.
Side note: Apologies for the skipped week; I went out of town and out of wi-fi range for Easter weekend. The weather was beautiful and so was the place we held our dinner/brunch!
Imposter Syndrome, for those unaware, is a psychological phenomenon where you feel all of your accomplishments, successes, and abilities/skills are faked/inadequate and you’re afraid that people will find out you’re one gigantic fraud.
From multiple professional and successful authors and creative types, I know this is common. I know this is common especially when you’re stressing about being “good enough” or if you’re even “worth” the effort you’re trying to pour into the project. Most of the aforementioned creative types I mentioned above have also pointed out the moment you start panicking about being a fake/fraud/hack is the moment something in your brain knows you’re on to something pretty good. This, as you can probably guess, kicks off the Imposter Syndrome even harder than before.
You go around fretting and working yourself up because of the “what-ifs” and obsessively pouring over your unfinished project in hopes you can perfect it in one shot.
You lose your drive to do the thing in the first place from that fear and that incessant need for perfection.
In short? It’s exhausting and sometimes you have to tell yourself, “That’s enough; you’re banned from writing/doing this thing you know you need to until you chill the eff out.”
So, I did. I took a break. A longer one than I’d anticipated, but I did take a break. I brought my laptop with me hoping I could write on the journey to and from Easter weekend (spoiler alert: It did not work. One does not simply write when one gets carsick and also have 50+ pounds of border collie using you like a mattress.) and potentially during quiet moments before and after everyone went to bed.
That didn’t happen, but I did have a lovely visit with family and some quality time with a hammock and a book on my Kindle. (Rereading Michelle Sagara’s Chronicles of Elantra series. I can’t help it, I just love her work and she kicked my urge to write into high gear the last time. )
Now, I’m at my favorite tea shop, music blasting in my ears, and probably a little more caffeinated than I need to be.
I’ve written about 2.6k words since I got here a few hours ago. (My rule is to buy a drink/pot of tea every 1.5 hours I plan on being here so I don’t hog space and also contribute to the work scene. Thank you, tea crew!) This is pretty slow pacing for me but, on the other hand, it’s also a pace I can maintain. I’ve gotten past a difficult scene I was struggling with and have launched into the second big conflict in Project Vanilla‘s protagonist’s life. He’s not having a great time right now and it’s going to get worse here real quick.
Family is a strong theme in this story; be it the family you’re born into or the one you create via marriage or through the passage of time. My protagonist’s main struggle is due family; he’s being forced to choose between the one he’s worked hard to create and runs right into his estranged (via his own actions/decisions he’s made) family he was born into in the process of making this decision.
Nothing like running into your little sister after 8 years of next to no communication to throw your entire world into whack, am I right?
Regarding my protagonist, I’m actually enjoying writing a flawed character. Barron is his name and he’s pretty self-aware as a character and it shows when he reflects on events that have brought him to the present point in the story. He’s not happy and he’s really beginning to understand that he hasn’t been happy for a lot longer than he wants to admit. He’s said and done some pretty nasty things to the people around him. He’s tried to get his way using things he knows will hurt the people around him to make them listen/see where he is– and he knows that doesn’t work and he knows it’s the wrong thing to do.
He also feels cornered and like he’s tried everything but those aforementioned underhanded tactics to get people to listen to him.
He regrets it and feels guilty. He points out why it’s a crappy thing to do/say and that he did it even though he damn well knew better. Barron, to my surprise, also doesn’t make excuses for the bad behavior– he does initially and then drops it almost immediately after and admits it. It’s something I hope my readers can connect with/empathize with; we’ve all done something immensely selfish and self-serving in the wrong way to try and get a result we want.
We’ve all experienced that backlash that happens as a result and feel that guilt/regret of our decision.
What happens in Barron’s tale is something no one but Barron will know by the end of it. His choices are his, and like life outside of the fictional world I’m building; there are no guarantees.