Back in high school, my brother got a copy of Juggling for the Complete Klutz, and learned to juggle.
I borrowed the book and beanbags one day (probably unbeknownst to him), and had a go. I was a disaster. The balls went plop, right onto the floor. Sometimes they bounced off a part of me first, but they always ended up on the floor.
Can you guess what I did?
The same thing I did, many years later, when I thought I’d try my hand at being a writer: I gave up.
The thing about juggling, though — which is the same thing about writing, or anything else worth doing — is it takes persistence. Persistence, patience, and time.
If at first you don’t succeed, if you don’t try again, you’ll never succeed.