I didn't take it as self-pity. I certainly won't speak for what's going on in your head, but I can tell you that what I'm looking at here is great. This kind of introspection will never leave you, and it can be applied to anything you want.

I totally get this - words are like music. There are only so many times you can play a certain progression before it sounds like the same old chords over and over again. It's like that with words. It becomes EXTRA challenging to find new ways to arrange them that doesn't just REEK of any way you've ever arranged them before. That's exactly when writer's block hits me, or it suddenly feels as if I can't find a THING to say about my muse that I haven't said before. Sometimes, it's that my bag of feelings is so redundant that I can't find a new way to describe them anymore. Don't worry, though. I think it's pretty safe to say that all writers' "talent" ebbs and flows. This, even if you FEEL like it's one of the "ebbs", still has an incredibly important message woven throughout. Ok. I'll shut up now. :-*

:-* by the way = a person puckering their lips to one side. You can't see their eyeballs, but if you could, they'd be shifted to the opposite side. Just in case you were wondering what effect I was going for there. Heheh.

Well spoken Morgan. I've gone through this kind of self analysis...doubt several times since I first started writing as a teenager. I usally step back for a while, rise to the surface for air, and let the well of passion refill itself. Kudos, and thanks for your support on my bicycle poem.

Sometimes I am at a loss for words because what I should say I don't want to..maybe we do all go through this as writers from one time to another but you expressed it quite well regardless of what causes it! :)