I don't really know why I write, aside from being the creative sort and the urge occasionally takes me. A massive, massive part of me desperately wants to write and finish a novel - I don't care if it gets published, and probably wouldn't even submit it to anyone. I want to write it for myself. But I have to face the fact that I probably never will because I don't have what it takes. My writing urges come in spurts that last a couple of months at best, but when that urge has been exhausted, it's gone. I don't miss it, I don't think about it. Life is easier when I have no desire to write. These spells, however, ultimately come to nothing and I actually write very little, if anything at all. More often than not I feed my desires by thinking about the writing process. I'll compose opening lines in my head, picture scenes and how I might write them. I read snippets from novels I have lying about the house and gain massive inspiration because of how easy it looks. I come here on the pretence it's productive to my writing, when in reality it's to do nothing more than feed off like-minded people. I also have huge barriers that stop me writing - silly ones such as refusing to write short stories because I have my heart set on writing a novel, and I would see it as a waste of time (because of course sitting here writing nothing at all can't be construed as a waste of time). I won't let myself just write because I fear it will only lead down cul-de-sacs. I kid myself I'm a pants writer, but only because I can't be bothered doing the leg work of planning. Any advice or encouragement very welcome.