I stare into space imagining a scene.
It’s a scene of one of my story ideas.
I get so excited that I start to brainstorm and plot my novel.
I realize my idea doesn’t have a story arc.
My characters are boring.
The plot is cliche.
Another story idea will pop into my head. But then the cycle just goes on and on.
Another story idea, another brainstorming, and then I end up not writing the story because it just doesn’t make sense. I can’t tie up the loose ends.
It’s disappointing and frustrating.
I’ve started to think maybe I’m not cut out for this.
Maybe I should forget about writing stories.
Maybe I’m just not good enough. How dare me to dream about becoming an author.
But I know I still have that dream in my heart.
To hold my own book in my own hands.
To see my name on the book cover.
To tell my stories.
I couldn’t give up.