Sigh.

Every so often I get another comment on my "The End." Supernatural fanfic, which is nice, for the ego-stroking, but frustrating in that it reminds me that I haven't been able to write anything even remotely as good since. I mean, the day I wrote it, it was like I was in some sort of fugue state. Every few minutes I'd stop what I was doing to write down a few more lines. And it's like, after my brain was done with that, it just said, "That's it. I'm done. You've got your masterpiece, now leave me alone." Sigh.

Something else that bugs me about that story, is that while I like it, and recognize that it's good, for whatever reason it doesn't seem to hit me on the visceral "wow/woah" level that the comments indicate other people are experiencing. I mean, it makes people cry! And I'm like, "Really? That makes you cry? How? What did I do?" And of course, it would figure that one of the best fictions I've ever written would be using someone else's ideas, and therefore not really mine. I mean, the words are mine, but the characters and the universe they reside in aren't (my interpretation of Celine Demon and the added descendants notwithstanding), and it's just frustrating, is all. Double sigh.