1. Meeting a mega-bestselling millionaire author whose hair color and style can only be described as "trailer park skank."
2. Seeing a colleague's self-promo postcard show up on PostSecret.
3. Reading an interview of a colleague who uses three pages of important-sounding four- and five-syllable terms to detail a personal writing process that can be summarized in eight words: I just sit home and make up shit.
4. Having a writer acquaintance forward truly hateful e-mails written about you that he/she's received from a colleague you don't know and have never met, and being asked not to say anything about them.
5. Going to a bookstore to purchase a book by talented writer friend with career woes, being unable to find it on the shelf, and then running into a big, gorgeous book dump for a no-talent twit who can't write a path out of a brown bag.
5a. Being tempted to kick in the sides of the stupid twit writer's pretty book dump, or rip the covers of every one of the forty copies it contains.
6. Wishing things could be different for so many while knowing that no matter what you do, say or try things will likely remain the same or get worse for most.
7. All the campaigning for awards under the crotch-hold of writer organizations, but especially the unsolicited pathetic vote-for-me letter & book package.
8. Making up ten lists about what's sad in the publishing industry.
9. Finding a writer friend's best work on a remainder table.
10. Giving up, not trying, or running away from it all.
Any you guys want to add?