Ben Mirov asked this over on HTMLGIANT. So.
I keep putting off real life and real jobs in order to have “time” to “write”, but I don’t use that time to write. I then complain about not having any money. I steal stories from other people’s lives. I write speculative fiction and feel embarrassed about showing it to anyone. I write realistic fiction and it’s not very good and I feel like a sell-out. I have long, inappropriately bitter e-mail conversations with my mentors about the publishing industry. I inexplicably feel like a washed-out failure at the age of 23. I will never be as good as the writers I admire. I write about sex and then my relatives want to read my stories.