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I try not to, but sometimes I can’t help myself, and I compare myself to other writers.

I read a beloved children’s author yesterday who wrote a picture book years ago that mirrors my manuscript.

I hadn’t read it before. It was a coincidence our themes matched.

While I flipped through his story, I scowled. What was all the hoopla?

Mine is better, I decided — then it hit me. I was jealous.