Stuck.

I haven't been inspired to write in a while. There are many reasons for this. First, whenever I do finally conjure up the inspiration to create, nothing coherent comes out. Secondly, I've been afraid and ashamed to release for fear of sounding stupid or childish. Sometimes, I guess, I'm my worst critic. It hurts.

I can't forget that there's also a great deal of laziness which plagues me. It's like I've got heavy weights placed right on top of my hands which keep me from moving my fingers to and fro. It's a disease really. I know I'm facing some sort of developmental error, perhaps a nutritional deficiency, which has made pencils and pens too heavy to grasp anymore.

Vitamins?
Maybe.