I know better. I'm my own worst critic and I agonize over every book. The fact that I write slowly and don't come to it naturally, but by painstaking labor, makes me hyper aware that I'm undoubtedly attempting to do something nature never intended me to do. : )
But I persevere and usually have the good sense not to read my reviews. They will only mess me up in the head and echo there while I'm trying to write.
Maybe I can blame the fever. Or the boredom of being bedridden. But I read a couple of reviews today.
Stupid stupid stupid.