My fellow Buckeye James Thurber once spoke of the frustration I'm feeling right now. I can't find the exact quote, but it was very close to "Whenever I finish a piece of writing, however pleased I am with my work, I'm choked by the knowing fear that Robert Benchley wrote the same thing, better, in 1928."
I can't tell you how often I open the great William Pitts' web page and feel humbled. Today, it's his "chocolate city" piece, one of several excellent recent articles. He's been on fire in January. Bastard.