Dang. Just when I'm on the edge of feeling like my writing's just hack stuff (well, not the poetry. I exempt some of that), and I am a hanger on on my lj friends circle, warming myself at the fire of their real abilities, someone has to say something that disconnects my view of me with how someone else sees me. Could be the insecurity I'm feeling right now is lack of sleep or my subconscious saying forget EIMH, reinforcing my self-image as someone who can't sustain a long piece of work, or perhaps the fact fall's coming in and I need to buy a SAD light. Who knows?
Interesting, the disconnect between who we see ourselves as, and how others perceive us.
I also think I must be haunted by some 19th century writer, or perhaps even William Faulkner, who has given me the gift of writing sentences that seem to go on forever and ever.
hmmmmm......attack of the plot bunny......hmmmm....
(most of my plotbunnies die of starvation. But they keep reproducing anyway....)