When I was in high school, I had this idea for a novel.
I forget the details now, but it was something about a section of the Garden of Eden that had somehow been preserved in its prelapsarian state and then discovered.
This idea captured me at a deep level. I thought it could be the seeds of something great.
But I didn’t start writing.
I didn’t dare.
You see, I told myself I should wait until I was a better writer. Wait until I was “ready” to do the idea justice.
Deep down, I felt this was my “big idea.” Perhaps my one shot at writing the next great American novel.