Writing is fucking hard

When writing up reports or essays words are my friend. The language flows freely, is given freely, no pressure. I know that it's all space-filling bullshit.

But when I try to write something, really write something, it's forced, one half-sentence at a time, stinted, broken, because I don't want to write bullshit, I want to make something that will rival the works of my idols, something fantastic and great. And the words just don't come out.

Just write, stop caring so much.  Every writer hates their work far more then any critic will. I've thrown out and deleted so many short stories in fits of rage, that most friends of mind would cite as brilliant. 

But as the rest said, I was also most likely drunk at the time.