Have been producing crappy stories lately. It's getting worse; I could actually feel cobwebs forming and mold sprouting around my cerebral area. I cannot talk/text/chat with the person who usually vacuums my brain and colors my writing with a fresh quote or a quirky conversation since that person is occupied with other important agendas.
So, I am stuck. In the woods of haunting cheesy plots and the velvet blanket of depression feeding on what's left of my creative(was there any?) soul. The shell of me is staring blankly at an empty draft Microsoft Office Word 2007, typing random nonsense and calling it a 'good' story. Ugh, good. 'Good' is for lousy, cheap pet food. 'Good' is what you say to a underachiever who has been busting her ass to be 'average'. 'Good' is never great, never amazing and not even in the same vicinity with superb.
To hell with 'good'. 'Good' was what I used to eat between meals.