It's late at night here, the kids are asleep, my wife is on a girlsallnight, the conditions are perfect. So why am I typing this instead of working on my six-paragraphs-in novel?
It's not like I haven't had any past success: I've had three short stories published, and was paid money for all of them. I know I can write good fiction, so why am I not doing it? Am I self-hating? Self-destructive? Afraid of success? Don't think I deserve success? WHAT???