It is not that I have not been writing. It is simply that the words have been stringing themselves into lines of drivel.
Pen in hand, I reread the opening paragraphs of the story I imagined I was writing. Now, in order to receive the go-ahead to post, a piece has only to pass a very simple test: the author must find it interesting. The pages I am examining fail to meet that criterion.
First, it becomes clear as I peruse that which I have written that it is rooted in cynicism. That is a personality quirk I am trying to eradicate, and failing that, at the least to polish it a bit so that it is less abrasive. Second, no "second" is required. No post.
Footnote: In the event that you imagined I did my writing at the keyboard, you would be partially right. Sometimes the words flow right out my fingertips and jump onto the keyboard. However, there are times when I have to concentrate all my brainpower and squeeze the words through the point of a pen. Recently, neither technique has been effective.