I am a man of vast and transient enthusiasms. I came to this conclusion earlier tonight while eyeing my dismantled model railroad empire gathering dust in the basement.
About ten years ago I went model railroad crazy. I salivated over the layouts in Model Railroader magazine. I got a starter kit for Christmas; my brother-in-law, a carpenter, knocked together a standard 4' X 8' plywood-topped table for me, and I got down to business.
There are three categories of model railroaders (though the interests do crossover):
1. The detail freaks. The ones who buy $500 brass locomotives from Japan and Korea, accurate down to the rivet.
2. The control freaks. They try to duplicate the actual workings of railways, with loading, unloading, massive switchyards and timetables.
3. The dollhouse crowd. That would be me. I like looking at and working with miniatures.
What's in the mind's eye, though, doesn't always translate exactly to paper or stage, and didn't in either case look like anything in the magazines.
I had the courage to walk away. It's not too late for you.