It wasn't. It's bloody brilliant.
Of course, one always thinks the most recent thing one writes is the best ever, so that feeling may go away, but for now: I'm just going to run with it. It's lovely. It makes me remember why I'm a writer. I created this thing, this story, out of absolutely nothing. It has people. They have lives. They do things that have consequences. And behind it all is a vast backstory that would take a million years to tell.
I love it. I love being able to do this. I think I might just actually take off and fly.