Feh, feh, and double feh

Woe, woe, woe is me for I find my own problems to be trite and insignificant. The problem I'm facing is one of creative energy. My day job seems to be sucking the creative juices out of my head, leaving me devoid of inspiration and in a general funk when it comes time to actually sit down and write.

Thankfully, I have a fantastic partner in crime who pushes me to at least get words on the page, but when I can get them down, they strike hollow and, well, bad. Granted, I am just getting back into a routine for writing after a two month absence and this may just be the hiccups of starting up again after a long hiatus, but the mountain to climb seems so very, very daunting.

If only work would ease up some.