How do you deal with the issue of pride that might come up when people brag about your writing or your books?
I don't think much about pride. Perhaps this will explain. When I began to ghostwrite in 1981, publishers and "authors" never acknowledged ghostwriters' existence. Could I write and not care who received the credit? That was the issue I had to resolve.
Once I was able to grasp that my writing ability is a gift from God, I went through a ten-year period when I only ghosted for others and I enjoyed the anonymity.
Even though my name now appears on the ghostwritten books and on my own books, it's no big deal for me. I'm doing what I can do well and God has honored my commitment. I love what I do and when I stop loving it, I'll stop writing.
Where's the place for pride in that?