It really sucks. I've been writing and rewriting the first two lines of this story for the past 3 hours. I know how it goes... but like, in broad strokes. I know what's supposed to happen but the little details are killing me. It's just one of those days, everything is bland and tasteless. I'm uninspired. There's just no mood to do it. I've written this story before. Twice. Both times I hated it enough to shove it into the depths of my personal writing folder. Okay, 'hate' is a strong word. I just knew that the writing wasn't living up to the potential of the story. What happened to the days where the words just flowed out of my brain like wine? Now I keep overthinking everything, over-engineering it. How many times must you rewrite a sentence to have it stop sounding soul-crushingly boring? Why can't I just go on to the next sentence? How do I get there from here? Why did the story just stop exciting me?