*sigh*
I can't seem to get into rythym with the day. Everything -- everything I do, everything I see, everything I am -- feels wrong, misplaced, subtly but completely off-track.
Prime example: I just read some of the reader comments on surichan's "Sentient" over on the lovethineenemy group, at
http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=lovethineenemy&itemid=4441
and their praise generated bitterness and frustration for all my ambitions. It's a wonderfully well-written fic, and I despair of ever writing anything as good. (I got high praise for my Professor Hobby/Gigolo Joe fic "One Degree of Separation",
http://newaff.nexcess.net/aff/main.php?list=228
but that was written over a year and a half ago and doesn't seem to count for much right now.)
I'm questioning everything I've ever done or ever will do, creatively speaking.
Maybe it's just a result of too little sleep and too much multitasking. Fehhhhhhhhhhhhh.
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