Tying flies ain't kids business, let me tell you. First you have to choose the right hook to use. You search and search for hours. After you find it, that other fly you have been thinking of takes over. You place the hook in a safe place on your flytying desk, just to lost it later between some piles of dubbing material and pheasant feathers.
You start to search another hook for that magnificent fly what came to your mind. You dont quite find the right one, so you take your car and drive to a local flyfishing shop. When the guy working there asks you what you are looking for, you explain him the idea of that magnificent fly, what fish you will catch , and where to fish using it. You end up using your wifes birthday present money for some excellent new larva material, and forget to buy those hooks for the fly. You drive home, and just before you get there you decide to visit travelling agent, who just happens to sell tickets to New Zealand on sale. You buy the tickets and pay them from your wifes christmas present money.
When you actually get home, your wife is raging mad spending all that money, you forgot the hooks, it is too late to tie anymore and you find out you cant really make it to New Zealand because you have to go to work the next day.
This is how I feel about my tying.