The Troubled Storyteller, Vol. 1

I fear that I'm losing my ability to write.  I refuse to call this writer's block in the traditional sense: I still have the desire in my mind, but it's been relegated to creating pretty pictures in my head, and I worry that these potentially brilliant ideas of mine will never become more than ideas.  Of course, I am the one at fault in this.  Some professionals say that one should write every day in order to improve, but I haven't written anything substantial in months.  My mind buzzes with ideas, and yet I can't bring myself to make the words to describe them!  I find myself more attracted to electronic distractions, or begin to think that I could never possibly get it right, and will only mangle the great idea sitting inside my head.   Furthermore, the idea of becoming a professional writer seems to be slowly slipping out of my reach, and I wonder if it's worth chasing this (seemingly) impossible dream, like some sort of twentysomething Don Quixote.
Another part of my frustration stems from my own loneliness and lack of social life.  I feel as though I'm getting older and older without accomplishing anything.  Because of this, and other various reasons, I find myself emotionally drained at times, and this does nothing for my inspiration.  I feel as if having someone else around me would help to energize my spirits, and motivate me to do what I'm meant to do.  Of course, this idea could be purely wishful thinking.  As writers, all we truly have is ourselves.
While these things frustrate me, I believe that I will break out of this rut at some point.  Hopefully that time comes sooner rather than later.  Until then, I will keep making story notes until those stories get written.