So, yeah, I have this great idea for this epic fantasy and I have many notebooks filled with scribblings of characters, and creatures, and concepts, and maps, and quotes, and all manner of other crazy things. I enjoyed so much the world creating process. Then, I came up with a story and it was glorious. Then, I spent the better part of a year in a fervor, writing at a breakneck pace, making things up as I go along, like I thought I could do like I used to when I was known for my dungeon master skills (yup, I actually had a reputation for a while as a creative and fun DM in Dungeons and Dragons!). After it's all done I take a break. I write other things. I start to decide I'm going to be serious about my writing and I write every day and I'm doing it, I'm really doing it!
Months later, returning to my manuscript, I realize very quickly how much work the damn things needs. It's a mess. A disaster. A fucking hurricane of jumbled word-vomit that forms a spiral that I can't see going anywhere but down through the pipes at the bottom of my piss-stained toilet. What am I going to do with this thing? Reading through it, it is clear to me how much the entire project ran away from me. I created way too much material for a simple fantasy novel; I can find the pieces of at least six separate works and counting! I created an epic; I created a monster! What do I do? What can I do?
Simple. For now. Write a new novel. I think that if I am not able to do that and do not have the perseverance for such a task, I will never be a financially successful (it pays my bills and I live without another job!) writer.