It's been ages since I edited something worth reading.
I am a wreck. Give me materials. Give me new ideas.
If I have to read one more I'll-write-senseless-smut-barely-a-hundred-words-long-with-absolutely-no-plot-what-so-ever-and-call-myself-a-writer, I'll throw this laptop through the window.
Good stories with deeper development are so rare these past few months. Most of the authors that wrote decent stories have magically disappeared (I reckon they're busy or, God forbid, gotten tired of writing).
Truth be told, if I encountered one story among a hundred for which I can say it was good or, heaven's save, inspiring, and the other ninety-nine were "Hello, I'm XY. Let's have ***", I'd retire. Either permanently or at least from that particular site.
Is it too much to ask to be creative?
Read some books, for heaven's sake. Might help improve your grammar if not your story telling skills.
It's a shame.
Where are you, you great authors?
What happened? Tell me you live, tell me you breathe.
Tell me if you abandoned writing, I'll even survive that.
This silence is killing.
Not only me, rest assured. There are countless others in waiting for a word.
Don't disappear like that.
There, I got it off my chest. Hope the drought ends soon.