Today I executed a performance in which 18 of my peers read 18 poems from my manuscript. A manuscript entitled Navel Gazing in a Hallway. I have been refining and editing it for more than a year. There was nothing but positive feedback. I only just realized this— 7 hours later. I have made amends with the fact that I may never feel worthy of being knighted a writer. But right now I am on a cloud.