As my title foretold, I am at a point of ultimate frustration in my career as an author...I can't even begin to tell you how many stories I had, began, then gave up on them! Why do I keep doing this? I have good ideas, yes, some that could maybe even put me up in ranks with J.R.R.Tolkien; but all I do is write maybe one or more chapters then it winds up in the recycle bin on my desktop.
Maybe, I assume, I'm just holding out for the perfect story. Maybe I'm just fooling myslef, I can't write worth shit! I normally get my ideas when looking at a picture or day-dream, but lately my ideas have been comming from an unfamiliar source. It makes me