You open your draft. Read what you wrote yesterday.

and suddenly… it’s not appealing anymore.

The scene feels off. The dialogue sounds fake. the idea that excited you? gone.

So you start fixing it. One sentence turns into ten edits. Then you delete everything.

You tell yourself you’ll come back later. but later turns into days.

and the worst part? You still love the story.

You just don’t know how to write it the way it feels in your head.