A Difficulty Solved in One Fell Swoop

The problem, as I see it, is posting something that can keep a person's attention until the end of the post Did Wednesday's little ramble do that? More than likely... no. In this particular day and age of instant gratification, if new and interesting material isn't presented within five seconds, the discerning reader will simply move on. If a person can't think of anything interesting to say, well, so much the worse. The daunting, looming question one begins to ask is, "Dear Lord, is there nothing in my life worth chronicling?"

But! A ray of hope! One begins to forget that a journal is not a diary. Ah, semantics! You save me yet again! An ocean of possibility opens up in front of me, and I decide (what the hell) let's dive right in.

You're getting a poem.

When the Well Runs Dry

You try one thing... You try another... Nothing seems to gel.
The only words that come to mind are "bat right out of hell."
You know that you can't publish that, since someone (Meatloaf) did.
You're second horse out of the gate. Your eBay's been outbid.
And that is when you start to think that maybe you should try
Some free association, or you stop and wonder why.
Why do you put yourself through this...this STRUGGLE day by day
When you can't seem to think of something really new to say...
When at the sight of type or ink your mind turns into mud...
When every rhyme or tale or thought turns out to be a dud...
When each impending plan dissolves before it's half begun...
You say it's 'cause you love to write... But you're not having fun.