Q: I have a song I want to write, but I worked on it for a couple of hours and ended up with nothing because I knew just enough about what I wanted it to be that I could tell everything I tried wasn't it. What do I do now?
A: ah, this is one of the weird strange quirks of the material world. it seems obnoxiously annoying at first but then you realize that everything you ever dreamed of can be made simply by doing one thing at a time and as a reward for coping with how terrible each one is, you realize that not only is it fun to make terrible things but they will also start gradually getting closer to everything you ever wanted them to be. it is also a warm feeling to know that everyone who has ever created anything in the world you live in has also gone through this exact same path and procedure