There is the pain of badfic, and then there is the different, special pain of good fic. The pain of stories so good--so FREAKING BRILLIANT--that you wonder why you started re-reading them when you were trying to write something yourself, because you will never even remotely measure up and clearly you should stop trying and never write again, just give up and become a lion tamer. And by "you" I mean "me" and of course by "lion tamer" I mean "chartered accountant." Money is the answer. Money enough to buy all the brilliant writers and stable them and ride them like ponies!
Except less pornographically.
I'll console myself by staring at David Hewlett's mouth.