Writer's block extraordinaire

For everyone's 411, I am an aspiring author. Yes, you got that right, folks. I'm an aspiring author at fifteen. Told you I was a geek. While everyone else my age would want to hang out with their friends, and do whatever, I would rather be with a laptop or paper and pen, and scribble everything my mind runs into.

And to tell you the truth, I have been writing since elementary school. Poems, short stories, you name it. But high school made me want to right more, longer, complex-er. I couldn't recall exactly how many pieces of literature I've done, but I'm guessing that there is a LOT. Like major.

Being socially awkward turned me into this person. I had a few friends to hang out with, and I think I didn't want to hang out at all. It was too tiring for me, I guess. I don't know. 

So in that sense, I make my own world. So far, I haven't really finished a story, except those way back in elementary. The complex ones were difficult, especially because of the hectic schedule courtesy of schoolwork. It bummed me.

It was like every time I thought about a new story (and honestly, that happened like a lot), I just jot down in that instantaneous moment, write as much as I can, feeling so ecstatic. And then boom! Distraction comes along, and the momentum, the precious momentum, has just been shattered. I only make it to ten chapters, roughly. And then, when I go back to writing again, there's just no magic in it anymore. I couldn't feel what I felt when I wrote it initially. 

That's my problem. Writer's block. Lack of focus. Loss of momentum. Whatever you call it. I was having a bad case of whatever that is. And I would give just about anything for a remedy. 

It's just that I feel like it's such a waste. 

Anyone know the answer? 

x's and o's,

AERASALVATORE