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I know what you mean. I've been a pretty prolific writer since I could first hold a pen, but there is still a story, probably a novel, sitting in me, and it has been for several years, that I'm not "ready" to write.
Why? It's hard to explain. I'm just... not. I don't have enough distance from the inspiration of the story. I am still working out the kinks not necessarily in my ability to write (though that process never ends), but in my ability to trust myself and not get bogged down in existential crisis when I write something I care dearly for. It's not the right time.
I've written short prose pieces that are sort of "commercials" to what I want to someday write. And I never write anything that I don't care about.
But I do believe there is such a thing as the right time. Maybe this is naive of me - I am still quite young. Maybe, conversely, it is because I am still young - writers tend to age like wine (at least as far as their work is concerned). Maybe it's just me, and something I don't share in common with a lot of other people - it wouldn't be the first time. Maybe it's the fact that I am a "doing" writer rather than an "outline" writer - I tend not to write until I have the big picture firmly in mind due to this.
I don't know why it is. But I'm not ready to write it.
It's not that I think I'm too poor a writer to do it. I know, at least intellectually, that I'm good enough. But there's more to it than simply being a good enough writer. It seems to me that for something truly important, a manifesto of sorts no matter what genre it's in, it demands of you to be a good enough person, not just a good enough writer.
I'm not a good enough person. So I continue to develop further into adulthood, and wait.
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