I'm not sure if I've ever had this experience. I think it may be because for a lot of my life I have not let myself notice the problems I've had until I was already in the fixing them stage.

Possibly my desire to write combined with my inability to actually do so will be it. It is certainly a problem which has seemed insoluble for years, and I *feel like* if I only get fed up and tackle it I'll be able to fix it. But I guess I'm not fed up enough yet.

I'm glad to be thinking about this.