Every day I sit here, and I read books, or watch movies, or look at Ma more pigs. Every time I do that I think, "Wow how lucky it is for all of those people, to make a living world that they helped create or were a part of!” I envy those with the ability to just put a pen to paper or a hand to word (or notepad for the lesser of them) and just make up a world they can live in and get taken away by.
I have tried to write stories in the past, but one thing always stops me half way through "Originality"! I look at what I have written and constantly critique myself until I realize "Someone out there has written this same thing only a lot better" and then that is when I give up. I recently read a book on procrastination, and since then I have caught myself with things one might dub as procrastinating. For example I will be around the house and my girlfriend will say "Hunny we have to clean up today so we can have your parents over tomorrow" and I will think "O well I have to do a lot of work on the car already so I will wait till later a trigger hits in my mind that says "NO! that is you trying to procrastinate! STOP it!”
I am not getting that feeling with this though, it is not a procrastination attempt this time, its something more with this and I just have yet to figure it out.