Little Neo, I think it is called post-partum depression. When you are creating something you think for a while that it is the best thing ever, but then the ardour cools and you feel that it no longer carries the aura of creation (And therefore the grand solution to all things) around with it. Psychologists have a field day with this depressive position (relating it to greed and certain bodily functions).....I am not making this up.
Steve, concerning the Unicorn Song, I believe that there are these two songs, one of which is the Irish Rover's Noah and the Ark song, and the other is something Peter, Paul, and Mary sing about having a unicorn as a best friend. I recall some Mudcatter complaining about having to sing the Unicorn Song, and it sounded like it was the latter, not the former. I have never heard the latter, so it might be terrific.
I still think "Having My Baby" has the highest position for me on the Vomitometer, but what of "Wind Beneath My Wings"? Can this be beaten for sheer narcissism disguised as compliment?
yours, Peter T.