Finally caught on to that fact that I'm not a story teller. I'm really just writing down daydreams, a sort of formalized fantasizing. Seems obvious in hindsight. Don't know what to do with this information, though, or how it's going to impact things. Kinda makes writing at all feel pointless, but I can't shake the creative urge either. Maybe I'll be able to adapt. Maybe I'll just have to quit.