I read
Soz yesterday and I felt like I had been sniffing glue and my brain was nothing but worm-eaten tunnels. Later, I was trying to write my fic and drawing on my stomach and on whim, wrote "Soz" and "Pogrebin" on it. (sorry
dear)
Her writing is so good it hurts. Even though I'm wondering if "Price is Right" is British. When it's this good, who cares? I kept on thinking last night, "I ought make a post to Livejournal and tell people to burn my notebook" And now I have this horrible urge to go steal every last phrase of her's, write second-rate Ron with cigarettes, Cold War Russia, Cabaret crossovers, whatever it is that makes it so good.
I think a lot of what I'm wondering is how much more I'll improve. That's why I sometimes ask writers I really love about earlier work - there's just always this illusion that good writers just jump into this world and start writing that way. I know I've improved since fourth grade. And I remember in sixth grade when I was writing my then-novel thinking that I couldn't improve much more and being so pleased with how "mature" my work sounded. Pft. I was big-headed.
I've always written in spurts; there were times when I wrote like mad about talking mice princesses and dogs worrying about popularity and there were times when I was writing a lot of angst. Then I do something else for a few months or a year and I discover writing again. Each time I seem to write about something radically different and my grammar sucks a little less.
And in between, I get author envy. Bucketloads of it. I think my first fanfiction author-envy was Gypsy after reading Amid the Encircling Gloom and then there was a period when Cassandra Claire just took over my life. And now it's all about the stylized metafic and historyfic. ;)