I suck as a writer.
I've been trying since last November to write a novel. Last night, as I was agonizing over double spacing, I realized something really profound.
I am not good at this.
It's not really a novel, it's just a bunch of random pieces that I'm trying to put together in my head, and it's not working.
I hardly ever get good ideas for stories anymore. When I was younger? I had literally dozens of characters in my head at all times, poised for greatness. I could develop any of them into something amazing. I had complex plots. I had the music picked out for the movie adaptations.
Now? Not so much.
Recently I did come up with a really good idea for a story, but I can't find an ending. Also? It's not really good. And? It's told from the point of view of a man, and I don't understand men at all.
Then? I had another idea about a story about this woman? Who is really jealous? And tries to kill her ex-boyfriend's new wife? But then weird stuff started happening on my blog and I got scared off from that.
So now I'm left with a conundrum.
Because writing the next breakthrough novel? Will be really hard if I suck at writing novels.
I wonder if there is a market for telling short stories in which you make fun of people? I'm pretty good at that I think.