I wrote about how hard it was to write the paper, because, the second I wrote something down, it was no longer perfect. As long as I did nothing, it remained flawless.
And this is why I procrastinate. Procrastinate to the point of never getting started. This is why it is so hard for me to write. In my imagination, the story is perfect... spellbinding. But the moment I have to set the thing down, to actually try to convey the images into words, it can be less than perfect. I get angry and call the whole thing off. So many half started things, because if I can't do it flawlessly, it isn't worth doing.
This is a big obstacle that I have to overcome, if I'm going to actually get anything worthwhile done.