Reading is easy, writing is hard.

I've been reading books for a long time. Near as long as I can remember. With over two decades of having read so many wonderful stories, I swore to myself that I'd learn to write. But not just that, I want to write well. I want to create a story that is worth telling and that people will want to read. The trouble is, I'm still very new to this side of the written word and when I read my work, it shows. I hate reading my own work. It doesn't grab me and I find it boring. I see some progress though, when compared to my earliest works (none of which are published) and that gives me hope, but dammit, the road ahead is looking long and there's going to be a lot of trial, and likely error. I accept that I'm going to probably put out some chapters, and even stories, that will suck. That terrifies me a little. Nobody wants to do something and suck at it, obviously. I also might have been a bit foolish assuming that just because I know a good story when I see one, that I could write one immediately. But hell, everybody that has ever been successful at something always says it starts with failure, and practice. So I suppose I better keep practicing, right?