How to write a book with a kid on your lap
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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if you've ever created anything, you'll know the evil monster lurking under the bed. That is the impostor syndrome. It comes out and grabs you by the legs as soon as you think, you may have done something awesome, something worth showing the world if you haven't consider yourself lucky. But I can guarantee that as soon as you start working on your book, the ugly monster will appear. Every author I know has dealt with imposter syndrome at some point in their careers, indie and traditional, published, it has no preference. It likes moms though. I can tell you that from experience. I remember when it hit me the first time I had signed up for the 10-K in a day challenge and when the day finally came, I woke up with an arthritis flare up. My arms were jello, my hands were stiff and my son hadn't slept for most of the night. It wasn't a Tuesday morning or a day. My husband had off, I had to be a mom, the teacher and I had made a commitment to do the challenge. No sick days, just get it done. I had read that writing sprints were the best way to sit down and complete the challenge. So after breakfast and situating the kids with a television show before school started, I sat down at my desk in the laundry room where laundry, my arms wouldn't let me fold that day was wrinkling in the dryer and opened word. I had most of my book done. So this challenge actually closed it out and started book two. I vividly remember sitting there willing my hands to work to at least let me start out the challenge strong. I couldn't leave my first writing sprint with a blank page. I think I mustered up a sentence or two when someone spilled something and chaos broke out in the living room. I'll be perfectly honest with you, I cried. I slammed my laptop shut and sat there staring at the wall for a second. But then the kids called again about the spilled milk. So I wiped away my tears and left my office, grabbing a towel from my dryer on the way out. I spent the next hour or so in despair. I was a mom with an auto immune disease. I wasn't an author. I couldn't even write two sentences without my body failing me or seeing messes that needed to be cleaned up. You see the impostor syndrome likes to lay it on thick. It will take the insecurities already hiding inside you and showcase them to your mind. Like an art gallery imposture syndrome will tell you that you can't be X, Y Z. Because you're only this. It will tell you that your work isn't good enough and the world doesn't want it, impostor syndrome wants you to fail and some days you must fight it while kicking and screaming because otherwise it will consume you and the worst thing will happen. You'll believe that you are not good enough and the world doesn't want or need your work And that's the biggest lie ever. You are good enough. Your work is good enough.