A letter to my creativity
Dear Friend,

I am quite sorry I have not written in quite some time. I have missed you terribly. My life here is quite boring, and therefore gives me little inspiration to write anything at all. Every day here is the same. I wake up, I eat, I lounge around, I eat, and then I go back to sleep. Sometimes I try to write. Most of the time Other times I simply cannot come up with anything relevant. They say that exile is the perfect place to plan revenge come up with ideas that you will probably never follow through with. I find that most of my ideas never rarely reach paper.

I finally had a chance to meet my muse. It is a female, which surprised me at first, and the delay in our meeting was due to the fact that she recently gave birth to a son called Frustration. However, I suppose she really is not so bad. She asks a lot of questions about why I made certain choices in my life. Why is it even any of her business? For instance, she wanted to know why I chose to go to a school in Rochester. I was not sure how to answer... Is not the fact that I liked the school good enough? Should there be some better answer? Does that actually mean something significant? What is wrong with that? I do not really understand why she asked such pointless questions and I really, really hate the fact that I do not understand it, but I suppose it is not worth wondering about.

I hope all is well with you. I am happy pleased to hear about your new job as a waiter, but I wish you would come back to me. I am quite sure you are good at serving snobby rich people! that! Nonetheless, I would enjoy appreciate a visit from you, now and again. In fact, I am willing to pay you money to come back. I cannot do this without you. Everyone here seems to be over-involved in his or her own creative writing life. No one talks to me and it is quite lonely boring.

Keep in touch. Or better yet, rescue me from this deserted island. And quit your waiting job and come back to working for me. I need you. I will be thinking of you. A lot.

Love,
Sincerely yours,
Andrea
(The uncreative writer)

P.S. – I am quite sorry for all of the inkblots. It is rather difficult to come across a good pen here on this deserted island.