I feel like a failure. I know I shouldn't, and that I'm going through a life change and that it will take time before I notice how I've changed, but I can't help feeling so worthless. I'm trying to write a book about a world where gods and faeries exist alongside humans, are real, and are very human themselves. Through a series of convoluted events, the main character, half human and half faerie, must reclaim his home from the iron grip of another who forcibly annexed it. He has to do this with the help of fallen/converted gods who have been forced to serve another god who wants to be "the one true god." But this is my first book, and I've gotten nowhere past the prologue, and I feel so fucking stupid, and honestly, I don't even really like my main character and find myself drawn more to the Gods and their lore and "story. I feel overwhelmed, but I don't know what to do.