Does everyone feel like a fraud sometimes? Or is it just me?

Random musings.

Photo from London’s graffiti tunnel, taken by me

A confession: I sometimes wonder if I claimed the “writer” title simply because others said I should, because writing is supposedly something I’m good at. I’ve never quite believed it myself. In fact, most of the time I feel as though I have no right to be on Substack or Medium or whatever other platform du jour because I’m not nearly as skilled as others in the field. I don’t tend to write voicy pieces. I don’t have a knack for op-eds. And above all, I’m sllllloooooowwwww. It can take hours for me to write even the most basic of ledes to an interview, so penning a hot take is a non-starter for me. By the time I’ve come up with a take, the issue is more lukewarm than hot.

Take, for instance, the Dave Grohl fiasco. I, like pretty much everyone else who had deemed him a Good Guy, was stunned by the revelation that he had a love child with an unnamed woman. To me, though, the collective reaction to the news said more about us than it does ab…