I’m getting tired of the phenomenon where I’m working on something I have an abnormally high emotional attachment to, so as a result the expectations I have for my own work are so wildly out of proportion that I can’t be honestly happy or objective about the result.
Contrast that to working on something where I have much less bound up in it, so I’m perfectly okay with the attempt even if it doesn’t blow anything away. I can appreciate what I think came out well and live with the faults.
For someone with a five+ year attachment to an OTP, I’ve done staggeringly little artwork of it, and that’s exactly why. Because my ego/muse/snobby art asshole refuses to be happy with anything I’ve done of it. Despite the fact that I’ve been quite content with lower-quality work of plenty of other things.