sometimes, I think to myself

[scribblemyname]

• No one will ever want to read the things I want to write


• No one will ever care about my characters but me


• There are more productive things to do with my time


• Why can’t I do something more important than worldbuilding?


• Why can’t I do something more valuable than conlanging?


• Why can’t I be the person everyone thinks I should be?


• Why does nothing I do matter?

And then I try to think about every person who’s ever read my stories or poems and loved them, every encouraging word I’ve ever gotten in my anxious moments, every time someone has expressed an interest in my conlanging, and I think to myself, don’t give up yet.

Comments

[tielan]

The stories we tell and pass on are one of the most powerful and enduring things. Urban legends terrify people. Children play to stories of superheroes and princesses.

[scribblemyname]

Too true.

[in_the_blue]

Don't give up.

We all have moments of self-doubt. Sometimes they last longer than moments. Some of it is in the platform - there's so much going on now, and so much attention is fragmented into so many places. We don't necessarily have the time to spend on sites, on people, on concepts that we used to.

It's not you. It's us.

But impostor syndrome is a real thing, and no matter what line of work we're in, we fall prey to it. So don't give up.