I touch despair
when everything I say
is trite or dark or transparent;
when everything I think
is a poster for stereotypes.
Yes, there are writing days
and there are reading days.
Even with deeply lowered expectations,
I shall escape through the magic
portal and allow my suspension
of disbelief its full reign.
Then it comes to me,
how bad it really isn’t,
how grateful I am,
how grateful I am
to contemplate having a day
doing something I truly love,
as if it were a punishment.
Narble Furt Lives 
Isn’t bad!
🙂
I’ve felt that way numerous times about writing. It’s sadistic torture we just have to come back to again and again.
Yep. Sometimes keeping your butt in the chair is very difficult.