Today was a big day. Waiting patiently outside the locked doors of WHSmith’s at 9am, the amateur writer in me was buzzing with excitement. When I finally got in and seized a copy of a glossy travel magazine off of the shelf I was glowing with pride to see a photo of me and a caption of my article on the front cover! Rifling through the pages I finally reached my article, with my name on the by-line and photo’s of my exploits scattered across a 6 page spread. But, once the excitement of seeing my first piece of work in print, had subsided the disappointment crept in. Reading through my words I felt agitated, I didn’t think my writing was up to scratch… after years of forcing my writing on others to read I finally had my wish of being published and I suddenly didn’t think I deserved it any more.