Last night I wrote on Facebook that the imposter syndrome is strong this time. It’s still strong. I recently read that ‘interesting article‘ by Luke Carman about the Australian creative industries. He makes some very big claims, including several aspersions the’Melbourne literati’. In a lecture by the provocateur, I asked the difficult questions. But now I’m wishing I’d never read it.
There are 5 people here: 3 writers and 2 editors. I’m the only person not from Victoria. But as camouflage I’m rocking my Victorian Roller Derby hoodie.
With the trackies and grandad slippers.
Out of the 3 writers, I’m the only unpublished one. Last night I got all flustered floating around on rafts of dropped names. I told them about the first time I was here, when I wrote that I felt I’d slithered up the drains. Then I tried to take my jumper off and ended up taking my shirt with it. Luckily the stripper joke had already been thrown around.
I am so out of place here.
But, as I promised myself, I’m being honest right from the get go. No hiding the history this time around.
I have my meeting with the editors today, volunteered to go last. Mostly fear of the pity I see in so many readers’ eyes. I don’t think they want more child abuse.
I think I’m going to take a less structured approach to the blog this time. Think I need to.
The apple tree I drew last time I was here is in flower. Couldn’t find my pens when I was packing but that’s an easy problem to solve. Here’s a photo till I can draw.