Ideally, there should be answers.

I obsess. Anyone who knows me well enough knows that I can allow myself to dive deeply into ideas that have managed to surface in my muddled mind. The process is simple.

I find something/someone new.
I ask questions.
I become intrigued by the answers.
I ask more questions.

This is the way I've been for most of my life.  There are always questions that I have, and I always want to know more; I want to know everything that there is to know, then I want to know how all of this known stuff works.  This usually means that - if this interest is a person - they either get extremely freaked out by me, or they start to think that I love them.   If the interest expressed is in an author, an artist, a musician, then it usually means that I get to spend time collecting and absorbing things they created and increase my understanding of them.  I want to understand things that excite me. I want to have their cogs, gears, springs and whirlygigs shown to me; I want to know not only what makes them tick, but why they tick, what made the ticking necessary... Ultimately, I have this need to know things.

Which brings me to my point. Writing is annoying for me. I have heard a few authors speak of themselves less as creators and more as chroniclers of stories. The characters and events already exist, they're just putting it all to paper and ensuring that the stories get told. To some, this may seem like hogwash - that the authors are just trying to make themselves seem like they have tapped into some currents of reality that we normals just can't see or feel. I feel however, that they're just great question askers. They can come up with an idea like  "A guy puts a ball on a table" and flesh it out by asking a million questions. "What kind of ball? What kind of room is this table in? What made this guy choose this ball on this day in this room?"  Their attention to detail could easily be called an attention to questions.  I'm good at this. I can always ask these questions.  Good authors though seem to be able to answer them as well. They are great askers, but fuck - those people can answer the fuck out of a question. This is where I start to lose my shit and have all attempts at writing collapse until I'm a shattered mess with a page full of ineffective horseshit with a few nuggets of decent ideas that just can't be explored enough by my incapable mind.

I'm going to work on making it more capable. I'm going to try and focus on answers for a while. Rather than simply asking questions, I'm going to try and sherlock my way into providing answers. Maybe I'll write a bit better. Either way, I suspect that I'll start to see information a bit differently.