I spent most of Sunday typing up and revising reams of first draft I wrote when I was away on holiday, getting more and more depressed at how rubbish my initial draft was.
Then in the evening I read Alice Munro's Paris Review interview and the following leapt out at me, making me feel a million times better:
"I have stacks of notebooks that contain this terribly clumsy writing, which is just getting anything down. I often wonder, when I look at these first drafts, if there was any point in doing this at all. I’m the opposite of a writer with a quick gift, you know, someone who gets it piped in. I don’t grasp it very readily at all, the “it” being whatever I’m trying to do. I often get on the wrong track and have to haul myself back."
http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/1791/the-art-of-fiction-no-137-alice-munro
This is exactly why I love the Paris Review interviews so much - it's unbelievably encouraging to know that even literary geniuses suffer the same feelings of inadequacy as the rest of us!