Some days writing is the most frustrating thing I’ve ever attempted. I’ve sung solos in front of large crowds, performed leads in plays, and I never ever have had the level of frustration that writing gives me. I feel like that scene in The Simpsons where Bart is teasing his teacher with the yoyo.
It makes a sane(r) person want to scream. When the voices in your head play keep-away with the ideas – it gets tempting to go after them with a lit q-tip.
I know that I should be thankful that the ideas come when they do…. But damned if I am not frustrated as hell.