Last night, despair paralyzed me as I was going over my writing. It struck so hard, I think, because I've been going over some older stories I have that I really love, so the fear that only I can connect with this stuff -- and I connect pretty strongly-- is painful. I already know the only solution to said despair (chill out and be patient and let myself have fun, and probably also expand my feedback circle), but nevertheless, Synchronicity, in the form of Jeff VanderMeer posted for me this morning