I have a terrible habit of moving the goalposts on myself. Instead of celebrating my accomplishments, I focus on the next goal. And I add a caveat-- yes I did this, but I was lucky, or I had help, or it's no big deal. Well, after reaching so many goals this year, I'm a bumbling mess of anxiety and impostor syndrome. I need to learn to bask in what I've done, not look at what I haven't.
So let's talk about the goals I've reached. In April 2017 I started a new MS (not my first). I had an agent by July, and went on submission in September. It sold to a big 5 imprint for a print deal in March, and am almost finished my first edits on time (and on a tight deadline). Yes, I have a lot of support, and yes, luck had a part to play in all that, but I did that.
I would say more about my book, but the pub hasn't announced the deal yet, which is only adding to the impostor syndrome.
So let's talk about the goals I've reached. In April 2017 I started a new MS (not my first). I had an agent by July, and went on submission in September. It sold to a big 5 imprint for a print deal in March, and am almost finished my first edits on time (and on a tight deadline). Yes, I have a lot of support, and yes, luck had a part to play in all that, but I did that.
I would say more about my book, but the pub hasn't announced the deal yet, which is only adding to the impostor syndrome.
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Fear of success. I haven't experienced the latter.