voice in the emptiness

I hadn't realized how seldom I post to the casefiles lately. I'm still here, still alive, still carrying on, no matter the difficulties.
It's a shame all my best writing ultimately winds up catching puppy-poo at the local kennel. Writing 800 words a day to fill a newspaper, there's little inspiration left over for pursuits of a more creative nature.
And after leaving my little acre of Web space update-less for nearly a year, I've become the proverbial tree, soundlessly falling in a jungle of content.
But I can hear my crash. Sometimes that's enough.