Cross-Roads

It's been far too long since I've written anything, let alone anything worth keeping.  Even now as I write this entry I feel like a ham-fisted amateur.  A few words come out, but I strike them down with the Backspace key.  A few more words emerge and grow into a couple lines, but they reek of hackery and I mow them down as well.  I'm better than this, I tell myself, but a nagging doubt persists.  Am I?  Then why, after all these years, am I still a fly swarming a flickering bulb?  Tonight is the first night in months, probably almost a year, that I will try to write something meaningful, something worth building on.