Fat Zombie - Cynicism straight to your desktop.

It's true, I should know. You have no fucking idea how bored I am. I mean, I'm talking about it to you! Sorry, that wasn't nice. My sincerest apologies, honestly. But it does prove the point quite adequetly. Here I am, talking on the internet, insulting no one particular person, such is my desperation to waste time. My life has become a series of futz sessions (before you say it, yes - "futz" really is a word, and no, it isn't anything that includes self-abuse of a sexual nature. I know where your head was at).

Motivation appears to be something my brain wants nothing to do with at the moment, because I can't get a single thing going. Which is horrible if you're someone who considers themself to be creative. Which I injudiciously do.

I'm told it's called "writers block", but I've decided that a far more felicitous term for the condition would be "shit".

It always seems to strike me down whenever I have the most time to concentrate on my work too. This is such a regular occurance that I'm beginning to think it may just be the fact that I am, at heart, completely and utterly bone-idle. Hence I have an awful lot of work that is started but is as of this moment in time, unfinished. Not exactly an aggressively ardent attitude towards one's profession.

In summary; I should have been a plumber. They earn more than the average writer and need no motivation to fix a busted sink.