Vapid

I have tried to write several times in the past few months.. but somehow between my brain and the text on the screen it morphs into...
well...
crap.

Solid Crap.
Drivel and Complaint,
Shallow, Self Pitty-ing Observations,
Pure Vapidity.

...and, frankly, its embarrassing.

I have no muse, no craft, no torture... (well, perhaps there's some torture, but not the kind that alights the soul with creativity.)
I hope Creativity hasnt abandoned me altogether...