My main problem is not that I don't write clearly. It is not that I struggle to come up with rhythms of the kind that I desire. It is not that I doubt I can revise my words and put those rhythms in them. All these things proceed out of four other issues: my failure to practice, my failure to write a complete and louzy draft, my failure to think of a controlling idea, and my unwilling and forgetful attitude toward following advice for resolving them, and toward revising my work until it is perfect. It is not that I doubt I can develop a great style, but that because of laziness and empty mindedness I do not have content to practice with, nor the strength to write them in full and revise. And I have not felt like writing fiction in a long time, giving myself no permission to make things up. Not many years ago, when I diligently wrote and revised five paragraphs, each one at a time, I wrote something clear and poetic. Now the circumstances of my life keep me from trying. Whatever seems too hard, I give up on too quickly. There are several approaches I can take to developing style, but without content, the act is pointless, and with certain approaches, fruitless.