Writer's Block

It has been many months since I last wrote something vaguely creative. I'm surprised by the number of unfinished works in My Documents, the number of unfinished works I converted from My Documents to my USB stick. Documents with such names as Ancient Hope Dragon, Andrew, Sasha and the World, Southerns, Olympus and Carnation Play. Over the years I have tried to think of many reasons why I stopped writing creatively. I suppose there are many reasons. I have grown up now, and the first reason I can think of is that I am more realistic and the task and its pitfalls ahead of me when I start a piece of work are too overwhelming for me to be able to work well. I keep thinking that it's futile for me to write, that it'll never come to anything. I won't be able to realise my dream to be a successful writer, because it seems too far fetched. I am easily put off by the thought of such a massive workload. I get bogged down by so many details. I'm too much of a perfectionist, and make more work for myself, which is off-putting, when I think how hard and how long the work is. I've lost that childish selfishness which meant that I didn't care what anyone else thought of my work, and wrote solely for myself. This is what a writer should do, but I can never get it out of my head that I want it to be published, accepted into the world like a newborn baby. I get too bothered by what others are going to think that I lose my ability to just write what I want to. I suppose finding time is an issue. But that doesn't explain why I tend not to write even during the holidays. At least I have an excuse for not writing during college terms, but there is absolutey no excuse for not writing during the holidays. You know, I should just put all these things behind me and start writing again, just to get into the habit. It should become easier as time goes on. I should allocate set time limits for my writing every day. Just think how much I could get done then.