I have come to the conclusion that I have a great deal of difficulty coming to a conclusion.
I have been writing a story, that some of you were reading fairly diligently, that has but two entries left to complete. I have tried to write these numerous times, but find them lacking. Especially given the power of some of the previous parts of the story.
It will come. I cannot push this. This isn’t a writers block, I just need to get back to a place where that story flows. I am working on it, but I cannot rush it. Pushing will only result in mediocrity, and this story demands more than mediocrity.
This failure to close, to pull the trigger, to finalize, whatever, is pervasive in my life, and may well have been since I was quite young (though I don’t think it goes quite so far back as that, perhaps only to the fifth grade). It’s not that I can’t close, or that I’m afraid to pull the trigger. I don’t know what it is.
But it is changing.