I'm in a writer's funk. Why do I do this? What's the point? Nobody's gonna read any of my stuff anyway. I want to crawl under a blanket and fold into a fetal position. OK, so I still wrote last night and I'll be at it again today, and I'll probably enjoy it; but the thought of no one reading it just sucks.
Of course, the melancholy mood really helps with the story I'm writing now - it's not a chipper story. So, is it the story or is it me? Am I going through a vicarous depression along with my characters, or am I draggin them down with me?
I guess being in a "life sucks and then you die" mood is prett helpful when you write noir fiction.