Does anyone else get this? I finished the second and much improved draft of my novel last night. It's still got a way to go on the writing, but I'm happy with the plot now. I managed to feel pleased about it for about 3/4 of today before the gloom set in. Its still not good enough, it'll never see the light of day, how can I justify spending my mental energy on something so self indulgent when I don't have any real achievements?
It's becoming a regular thing, and it puts a real dampener on a hobby I otherwise love.