A Little Angst for Nothing?

For the past few days, probably almost up to a week now, I’m angst’ng over whether I’m creating a story that’s real and believable.

I also need to remember that I’m writing Urban Fantasy, where it’s a mix of, well, real and fantasy. So I’m not quite sure why I’m adding this additional pressure on my back. I have enough worries about becoming hunchback in my not so distant golden years, why add to it?

Well, because.

Because you say? Yes, I say. Even with the fantasy part, there’s got to be a sense of real in there as well. Can these series of events truly blend with the every day happenings of a “normal” society. The answer is obviously yes given how huge and successful the genre is.

So I took a step back yesterday and mulled the story thus far. Yep, I think I’m doing okay. Jay has already told me the pieces lock together. It’s the imposter syndrome methinks. I don’t really feel like I earned the right to belong here.

Self… knock that shit off.

Will work on that.

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