sometimes in an effort to be both interesting and informative, we tend to go overboard by latching on things that we can't even discuss or describe with sense and coherence. with determined obstinacy, we soldier on… thinking that if we try hard, we can actually write a couple things about a subject, then perfume the whole thing with splashes of inane details and maybe insert some pictures for variation.
that is, until sheer exhaustion sets in, or worse still a creeping lack of interest. and if you're lucky maybe you'll even wake up and admit that your heart wasn't really set on it anyway.
so we often end up sighing in disgust and doing nothing at all.
as good old shakespeare would say:
…
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
sigh. sometimes, it's enough to make you want to hang up your pen for good.