It is always a joy when one of my columns generates a lot of emails from readers. I am thrilled to receive each and every one. When I wrote about my personal experience of impostor syndrome, I thought it might resonate with a few, but never expected to hear from so many who share that excruciating fear of being found out as a fraud.
Maybe it’s something in the writing gene that means we cannot simply accept we are good at what we do. Maybe it’s the drip-feed of poison from others that if we are not up there with millionaire (and, even more daunting, billionaire) authors, then we don’t deserve to call ourselves writers.