Finding My Groove

I'm at that place where I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I haven't written a novel since 2012 (and it came out in January of 2013). The past few years has been a whirlwind of different projects. Children's books. Screenwriting. Directing a short film. (Actually two years ago today, I was in LA at a film festival.) I've chased after things that became a dead end. 
LA Fim FestivalI'll share now that Chicken Boy had a year long option to be turned into a cartoon and it never happened. I've come close to getting a feature film made and that fell through my fingers too. It's all part of this crazy world we call show business. Sure, I've loved the things I've done. I got back ON stage last summer. I returned to my roots of children's theater with my book about a squirrel who loves theater. I go to tons of theater and share my reviews here trying to be as honest as possible while understanding the work that goes into putting up a new show. (If anyone is reading and wants to hire me as a reviewer...feel free.)
Still...I'm always wondering what's next. Well, I found a manuscript from 2013 that I had started as a sequel to my first novel Well With My Soul . It would be a sequel to those that read the book, but it's also a stand alone (hopefully) YA Novel about the two kids at the end of that book. The story jumps ahead 10 years later when they are in high school and I was writing it in the same way I wrote my first novel: each chapter being the opposite sibling. Only...I think I've forgotten how to write.
I keep re-reading the manuscript and I'm pleased with what I started. Ideas are flooding my mind. I'm reading more YA books. I'm watching films, TV shows geared to that audience. And yet, I'm frozen. I open the manuscript to continue and I can't seem to write anything.
It's an odd place to land. Perhaps the older we get, the more we question our abilities. You think that the first novels were an anomaly and you're a fraud in the literary world. I've worked with five different publishers since 2011. I feel I've learned so much. But somewhere in the back of my mind, there is something that says...why bother. Who is going to read it anyways. 
This isn't meant to be one of those 'poor, poor, pitiful me' blogs...and I see it's quickly becoming that. So I should stop now. Maybe I'll find that groove again. Maybe I won't. It could be that it remains an idea in my brain and six chapters of an unfinished manuscript. Who knows. Only time will tell. (Or the road will lead me a different way because something else comes up.) Until then...I'll keep trying.