Writer's Cock Block...

My writing is flat lining. I'm uninspired, I've run right out of words.

Apathy aside, a great blog template I really wanted has been SOLD and I'm starting over with my search. Or I can make my own. You know, with the apparition that is my free time. Paying someone for a custom job would be painful, but probably worth a polished end result.

Economic downturn aside, I'm yet to find photos of myself that I actually like and would consider using for any new sites or blog designs. I can't even think of the last time I got ready for the day and actually felt good about looking in the mirror.

I almost believe that the flame that governs my charisma and allure has finally gone out. My once glorious luster and upbeat social magnetism, is now a tarnished aura of nothingness. Feels like I've self-censored myself enough to finally achieve the bland, insipid, cookie cutter image that has long been pushed upon me. I've been here before... and it sucks.

Here's hoping some fresh air, blue skies and extended time away will nurture my soul and nourish new ideas, uncontaminated direction and scarcely frequented frontiers. Everything. Anything...

Inspire me. Tell me something true. This is a good time. I've got nothing left to burn.