Someone on incandescens' FL was saying 'it is a far far better thing to write crap than not to write at all." Normally I agree. But not when my slow-moving fic reminds me so much of Stableford. And then he did this and he felt that and he turned his head like this and he asked his question like that and his uncle turned to look at him like this and his uncle looked like that and his uncle said this in this way and... Then I begin to think Why bother? Pratchett and double crostics don't do a job on my ego, better to confine myself to Pratchett and double crostics.
Or write to edit, but that part's no fun.