..My incredible laziness.

I work! Gasp! Retail, no less, caring for cute lil hamsters and such, who bite me on a regular basis. I guess they don't like their meds. Interesting things happen at work, like that time a chinchilla had a Gran Mal seizure in my hands and died, foaming at the mouth. That one kinda freaked me out, even more than hearing the death rattle of a rat, who was extremely sick.

Work is ever-so-slightly depressing.

Anyway, explaining my lack of tangible creative work is somewhat challenging, because I'm not really sure why I can't write anymore. Maybe I see all my attempts as derivative and weak, unable to stand on their own? Maybe I've lost my muse, and can't find the words, or, more accurately, can't mold the words into the psychic shapes I want them to form? I know I see and hear the seeds of inspiration, but I just have a hard time making these things turn into something I can show anyone else and have it make sense. I mean, half the time I lose the thread, and I'm left with what feels like a small portion of something that could be rather good, but the the rest just eludes me. Fragments of a project just aren't worth anything. Should I just write, post what I get, and see where the community can take it from there?

Dammit, I feel like a failure. An emo, useless failure. I gots brains, but damn I have a hard time usin' 'em.

On a slightly more cheerful note, I'm just gonna post whatever the hell I feel like now. Fun, eh?