It turns out I’m not too old to discover what the famous impostor syndrome is like. I thought I’d die without ever experiencing it, but now I’m in the grip of precisely this weird ailment.
A while ago, I saw an announcement soliciting proposals of chapters to be included in a collected volume. I wrote a proposal and it was accepted. I wrote the chapter, and the editors returned it with really fantastic suggestions as to how the chapter should be changed. I started working on the changes but the day before yesterday the editors sent out an email with information for all contributors to the volume.
And then the responses from the contributors started to come in, and I freaked out. These are all very famous people. I had no idea who the other contributors would be when I first submitted the proposal. And now that I know, I’m afraid of all the famous people showing up in my Inbox. I’ve actually been hiding from my Inbox because I’m scared of seeing any more famous people appear there.
And now I can’t work on the changes to the chapter because I’m afraid of writing stupid things and making myself look ridiculous to all the famous people. So I’m sitting here, scared, blocked, and freaking out.
The whole thing is aggravated by the fact that although I work (a lot!), I don’t go to work. And that makes me weepy, uncertain, anxious, scared, insecure, and intellectually timid.

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