I think I have realized, that I most definitely have a finite amount of creativity.

So THAT must be why I am not raking in the dough from all my worldwide book sales!

Whoda thunk it?

A lot of my creative juice allotment has been used up lately writing weblog reviews. I am sure that some of the recipients of my reviews would argue with the QUALITY of my creative juices, but that is neither here nor there.

What IS pertinent to this discussion, is that I sometimes spend an hour and a half working up a weblog review, submit it to the webmaster, and then end up sitting here staring at the Bloggar screen, motionless, empty headed and grumpy, trying to come up with something to post on my OWN blog that I would not rip to shreds, were I reviewing myself!

Occupational hazard I guess.

I could get a comment something like this.....

"The author often blathers on about not knowing what to write about in her blog.
Why doesn't she just give us a break and take a day off? Get back to us when you have something intelligent to say there cupcake."

I wonder if this reviewer knows our grouchy friend, ( )?

(Never heard of the crank.)

Oh, there you are. How's things?

(Pretty good until you started writing drivel again.)

Uh oh.

I suppose the source of this self-indulgent doubtfest on my part, is that my diary is 3rd on the list to be reviewed at Weblog Review. I admit to a certain nervousness. I wonder if I could review myself? Think I could be objective?

(Oh boy, somebody get her out of here. I'm gonna commit an act of violence. I swear.)

Looks like I'm done for the day, don't it?