Murakami says it best

• This, from Sputnik Sweetheart describes my problem as a would-be 'writer' to a tee:

A deep silence ensued. Her mind was clear as the winter night sky, the Big Dipper and North Star in place, twinkling brightly. She has so many things she had to write, so many stories to tell. If she could only find the right outlet, heated thoughts and ideas would gush out like lava, congealing into a steady stream of inventive works the likes of which the world had never seen. People's eyes would pop wide open at the sudden debut of this Promising Young Writer with a Rare Talent. A photo of her, smiling coolly, would appear in the arts section of the newspaper, and editors would beat a path to her door.

But it never happened that way. Sumire wrote some works that had a beginning. And some that had an end. But never one that had both a beginning and an end.

• *Sigh*

My problem, exactly.