This morning I was reading one of the stack of books that I’m reading at the same time (I can’t seem to keep my attention on just one book at a time these days), a book called Going To Pieces Without Falling Apart by Mark Epstein. I came across a sentence that hit me as a writer who feels like an imposter of a writer: We discover what we need to say when we get out of the way of our selves. I get in my own way when I have that impulse to write. I’ve been doing this for years. It doesn’t matter that I’ve completed several books. I still do this. I get in my way because I don’t feel like a writer. The reason I don’t feel like…