It’s not exactly an imposter syndrome. Sometimes I create something that delights me then later I can’t help but wonder: How did I do that? Were those choices deliberate? What path did I negotiate for the words and such to tumble out as they did?
Ferocious was my cat Rainbow’s larger daughter. One of the kitten’s early bowel movements came as a surprise to Ferocious as she bumble stalked along a wall.
“!” said Ferocious, looking wide-eyed above a small, neatly formed dry turd.
I try to keep Ferocious in mind.
It makes my pleasure more plausible.