The very thing that attracts you to someone can end up putting you off.
I hated childhood, and spent it sitting behind a book waiting for adulthood to arrive.
It is very difficult to live among people you love and hold back from offering them advice.
Isn't a memorial service meant to comfort the living?
I'll write maybe one long paragraph describing the events, then a page or two breaking the events into chapters, and then reams of pages delving into my characters. After that, I'm ready to begin
Not until the final draft do I force myself to remember that I'm going to have to think about how it will affect other people.