The problem with being a writer is that if you’re in a bad mood/depressed, there’s no way of getting any work done. You’re practically useless. That’s how I feel today. It’s not writer’s block, writer’s block is imaginary. It’s more like… you don’t have the wherewithal to even make an attempt at eloquence. Your skills of perception are thrown out of whack, leaving you not just unable, but unwilling to articulate. No depth can come of it.
What a drag.
“Threnody” by Goldmund
Once again, some songs sound exactly how your heart feels. I Love music.