Trailor

The problem of attempting to write something of interest or worth is one that has faced me for over a month now. I cannot begin to describe the dread with which I now tap these keys. You will not be surprised to know I have already deleted several paragraphs of low-grade musing and will probably delete several more before I am through with this.

What I have lacked is an idea, you see, of what exactly it is I want to say. The mountain smoulders nicely but it needs some company. Ace got a little close to the bone and eventually had to go - self-parody only being fun when you know, deep down, that there is more to you than some charicature with a ridiculous name. The town of Trouble now knows better than to go messing with any freshly risen mountains, thanks to clowns, acrobats and a ringmaster intent on world domination teaching it differently. What can fill this void? Can I avoid merely re-hashing old ideas; refrying yesterday's gumbo? Surely I have creative verve enough to improve on this thoroughly average collection of tipples?