I started writing last summer. I have never really written anything serious before in my life. Sure, I have written stuff for school, a few short things for friends, or about friends. I even wrote a speech once. Of course I had to hold it for a bunch of seniors that couldn't care less what I was speaking about, but it was still a good speech. Anyway, about my current writing. I decided to try my hand at writing seriously. Science Fiction I thought, now that's something I know. Something I read and study on my own continuously. So I started writing a prologue. a few hours later I had a first draft done. A few thousand words to set the tone and introduce an idea I had buzzing around my head. The reactions from those I showed it to surprised me. They really seemed to like it. Bull even suggested I should keep writing the story and post it to the stardestroyer.net user fiction forum. Working up my courage I finally posted it, and to my surprise the compliments continued. I wrote another chapter, and another. For a few months I punched out a chapter a week. I was compared to award winning authors. People were discussing future plot developments with great enthusiasm. I couldn't really believe it. I hadn't written more than a thousand words in one go in my entire life, and here I was, tens of thousands of words in a single story. Thirty, forty, fifty thousand words over ten or so chapters, and still the praise. I got some negative remarks, of course. My spelling, punctuation and grammar were, and still are, a hit or miss thing. Now I'm seventy thousand words into the book. I have people who read what is fast becoming a real book, who are actively engaged in the life stories of my characters. All this should point me towards a certain faith in my abilities. So why do I feel like I'm just faking it?