Am I a writer or pseudo?

By Hajarah Adokutu Do we ever stop feeling like we are novices, trying to mask our naivety with a calm facade?  Maybe it is inferiority complex because I have looked around and seen expertise and experience, a superior being which lords over me.  External validation might do the trick, if my work is also lauded, maybe ego will chase my imposter syndrome into the dark, into a dark cave it must never emerge from again.    When faced with works which are better than mine, a green bile does not coat my tongue or eyes. I try to appreciate these works aloud because I knew time and knowledge I didn't have nor utilise was used. How can I hate on a work well done? I have started reading widely, albeit for pleasure. I have read why the beginning is as important as the end.  These books show no statue was birthed but carved. From an absurd form into a statue worthy of applause.  Time was spent chiselling away blocks and shards, and expertise was needed to know which g...