Am I fooling myself?
Despite many attempts to complete my novel the writing continues to be obscured by vague details and scenes fall apart before closing. I understand how scenes work, and spend hours a day taking notes on published authors –what makes their work flow and read so beautifully?– but I can’t seem to achieve this.
Writer friends say i’m to heady, am being too obsessive. Resulting in a muddled rough draft. Am I over analyzing, thinking too much. How is it these people who write books for fun, as a hobby, in their spare time because it sounded cute or whatever, how is it they’re achieving to do what I, obsessed with becoming a writer, cannot?
Sometimes I want to bury my head in the sand and forget I ever existed.
Nausea: That’s the word which comes to mind.