It is so tempting to compare your writing to that of others and pine and moan and curse the sky, and then resolve to try and emulate that style of writing that you so adored. Then fail (of course), because you're YOU and they're THEY.
I often have to hit my head with a brick to stop myself from wailing over some genius book and wishing I wrote like that. It occurred to me that if we all wrote in the same way, then our books would bore people tears because THEY'D ALL BE THE SAME.
That is my late night rant. Add yours. What is your struggle? Do you throw goats out the window in frustration when you come upon a book that makes you want to rip your soul (because you think you'll never write as well as this)?