Been writing since I was twelve, a knock on the laptop, a hundred words a day, seven days a week, well-nigh four frigging years, this year - the worst - I am equally convinced I should give up the whole dream. Wrote ten books since "The Big Inspiration", unfinished (of course), indulge in computer games and friends and fantasies( you know it), at every page thirty I say "Not good enough", and the books get forgotten. First book - I wrote about were-wolves. Jest, "My name is Tom Hankens, and I always knew I had super powers" that was my first sentence ever. Now writing long sentences of nothingness, of which the plots I totally lack control - war, woe, love, realism, existentialism, bohemians. Lost, right now. My friend helped, saying : "These sound crap." Remedy?