Writer's block.

Now tell me why it is
That I can pull that shit
Out of my ass
But can't get my own novel started?
Damnit.
She's counting on me to start this.. but....
I don't know if I have what it takes.
When do I ever?
I'm not particularly good at any one thing.
I'm just a passing artist.
A barely listenable vocalist/musician.
I don't hurt your eyes to look at me but...
Beautiful is not the word.
Just once I want to start something,
Not quit,
And succeed.
And be really really good.
Why can't I have my dreams too?
Why must I always find myself stuck..