I don't want to think that much. It's not fun anymore. My best friend said my idea for a new play was stupid. My boyfriend called and said that he hopes that this play doesn't get any interest because then I'll be in rehearsal and he hates it when I spend that much time away from him. I've written about in need of too much research before I write already written better in Angels in America.
Nobody can make a living in the theatre.
I'm better at writing poetry, fiction, essays, term papers, or short stories. I'm afraid it'll spill out onto my pages. You've at least identified why you can't get anywhere in your writing or won't even go near your computer or typewriter. Now wad this up and go flush it in the toilet. These are weak excuses that keep you from doing what you're meant to do.