Whereabouts

Feels like I've been gone for a year now - disappointed, bitter, and angry. The labor that took me away is yet to yield any fruit - if it ever will.
Sometimes, it's like yelling: YOU DON'T GET IT YET! But then, it makes no sense because you are only hurting your lungs.
Writing has never been easy I guess. People have written a lot about it, stuffs that can improve one's skill, but we are yet to undertsnad the intricacies of writing.
It freaks me out.
The truth's I've been holed up writing and for the first time in my writing career(?), I got to write the euphoric word: THE END on my script.