It is so surprisingly tiring coming up with something outta nothing,
It is one thing when you are inspired and stuff is pouring into your mind outta everywhere... but when you are dry, it's like throwing random junk at a wall and wishing to God that something sticks and when something does... you are not satisfied with it, like a misshapen creation that cannot be undone, a finished abomination of mediocrity and singular dryness like the bottom of a seasonal creek in the depths of summer DEATH SUMMER.
However, the deed is done and so you are obligated to this new thing, this frankenstiened creation, to let it see the light of day... after all, it is alive, and you're the mother/father.
Congratulations! you are now the proud parent of... this.