I used to write. It was creative and interesting writing with engaging themes. I loved to write. Each word was a building block creating a foundation which then supported a literary edifice. There was no need for empty paragraphs, filler chitchat. But things change, inspiration shrivels, hearts wither, Muses die. Life goes on but writing doesn't. Now it seems like too much of an effort just to get 75 words out. Like... ummm... yeah... The End.