...you go back to your own writing after finishing it, and stare at the Word document in despair for ten minutes, pondering the newly-discovered fact that you are not, nor will ever be, Susanna Clarke or Megan Whalen Turner—no matter how many adverbs you slice away.
The book was worth it, so you do not wallow in depression on account of this. But still.
Bah. :P
*sigh*
ReplyDeleteI know exactly what you mean.
Since I don't write, I've never experienced this feeling. But I can try to sympathise. *sends hugs*
ReplyDeleteFor me it's not so much the angst over not being incredibly and brilliantly amazing, it's the fact that I can't get the storyline out of my head to go and write about something as banal as washing one's face.
ReplyDeleteBTW, thanks SO much for linking to my interview!
*nods in agreement* Poor Aly! :(
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