Someone I did not know told me I was doing a great job writing for such and such a publisher. I felt chuffed by the remark and a swell of pride came. I went away from the person with a lighter step and a bigger heart.
That evening as I watched the news on television, I believed I was a better writer than the reporter I saw on the evening programme. The questions he posed were weak, I thought, and I thought of a better one. Perhaps he should use it. He could have enhanced the whole interview. Then, I recalled the comment the man made about my great reporting.
If this seems to be pride, technically it is not. I was not a better writer than the journalist on TV. It just means I thought of a question that sounded good to me. It could have added to something I could work on, not add to someone else’s work.