not only do i have two sizable papers due, but i decided to post on my substack (not so subtle plug for lesbiankeeping)
i've never been a strong writer, but i find that pretending that i like to write leads me to actually liking it
"I'm not the next Joan Didion, and I'm okay with that. [...] I'm the first of me, but to my own surprise, it's much more difficult to come to terms with that." Every word I write is a victory over my impostor syndrome. It's always telling me my writing should be different. Less like me, more like other, much more successful online writers. Seeing how many of those writers aspire to be like Joan Didion, I felt like I was doing something wrong in not wanting to be like her. My doubts and fears about (not) being like Didion turned into a Substack post that struck a chord with others, and myself. For once, I was proud of something I'd written. I hope you'll give it a chance and a read too π€
exactly what it says, i'm pretending i'm girlinsides or catherine shannon in my private google doc, font comic sans, hot pink, size 13. obviously it will never see the light of day, sort of an exhibitionist exercise in self-indulgence, without having to actually, you know, be vulnerable online.
