Drat

I just turned some work in today. A couple hours ago, long after turning it in, I got hit with a wee little voice in my head that said-

WHAT DID YOU DO!? YOU IDIOT! That set piece in the first act was PURE AMATEUR HOUR! You can't use that and be taken seriously as a writer! And now it's been turned in so OTHER PEOPLE CAN SEE HOW MUCH YOU SUCK. Good job, Eugene! HANG YOUR HEAD IN SHAME, YOU HACK!

I hate that wee little voice. Especially the way he calls me "Eugene" - so condescending.

But the voice is right - I wish I'd picked a better set piece. But of course, I already turned it in so it's too late to do anything about it now.

Except blog about it.