A hopeful ghost

So I am a writer of the freelance variety, and right now I am writing and earning money as a, suitably named, 'ghostwriter'.
In the literary world, the one I admire so much, I am, by all intents and purposes, a ghost. The way I see it, perhaps the way I attempt to console myself, is I am gaining experience skulking about in the shadows so that when, eventually, I walk out into the light ,I'm ready.
The light; so damn daunting.

Lack of confidence stems from fear. A fear that, as one might find oneself in the wrong queue at the Department of Home Affairs, I've somehow ended up in the wrong career queue.

Everything seems stupid when it fails.

So I'm hopeful that this is clever.