I really want to write a book, but whenever I go to try it ends up like: “There was a dog. The dog was brown. But it had a white face. It also had white spots. The dog was a cute dog. I like dog. Dog is good.” And then the rest of the page is covered in tears.
This is how I feel every time I consider writing a story. No matter how good it is, getting it from my brain to paper without it looking like drivel is impossible.