I love to write. My problem right now is that I lack direction. I can't commit myself to a writing project, instead, I go on and on writing about wanting to write something significant. Liar, liar, pants on fire. If I face reality, I'll see that as in many areas of my life, I avoid making decisions and thus I remain stuck. I must derive something satisfying out of rambling, stumbling and screwing around.
Fear of failure sounds like a good excuse. I've submitted a few things I've written and have had them rejected. That doesn't bother me much. I know most authors are rejected over and over again before they are published.
So I'm back to where I started. I love to write.