The truth of creation

I have discovered a truth that I have literally known my entire life. And that is that creating things sucks. I'm in the middle of writing my ten page paper for the game I'm designing. It was fun at first when I was writing the story but now it's boring. It's so boring that...that I want to make a copy of it on a floppy disk (cause I hate floppy disks, the old squares you put into computers, they were stupid when I was a kid and they're stupid even as obsolete junk), smash it with a hammer, and light it on fire!

I wonder if Stephen King felt the same way. Like after he wrote Needful Things and he went up to his publisher and was like: "Here! Take the ****in thing! I never want to see this book as long as I live!

And, you know what? The more I think about the more I realize that being creative is like giving birth. It's awesome when you first start (usually), it has a few bumps on the road (swelled ankles and morning sickness) and then it all comes to a head with birth, which sucks. That's what it is, creating something is like giving birth to a child.

So why am I ranting like this? Because I came up with a cool idea for a game, it looked like a really cool idea. But then I got to work on it and now, it's just not a creepy as I wanted it. If I worked on it some more with other people I bet I could make it better. But it's my project, and my homework. It's due tomorrow. So I'm going to buckle down and finish it. Why? Because I've got several hundred documents on my computer that are half finished! I have "got to got to" (as Eddy Murphy would say) finish it.