You reach a certain age - someone you've loved for years up and dies. You lose your job and you start to feel like what the bastards are calling Jimmy Carter.
Your dog dies. You open the cage to clean out the cage and your parakeet flies out the window. You stop reading the obituary page, because every other day you see someone you know, getting that 15 seconds of fame.
Unsolicited advice never asked for is given by fools. Here's mine.
You're felling depressed? Like your terrier just got run over by a Toyota? Pick up Van Morrison's Astral Weeks. Then Googel the late rock music critic Lester Bangs. Read his review of Astral Weeks.
I guarantee it'll change your mood. Might make it worse than it was. But if you fancy yourself some kinda writer - it'll give ya something to shoot for.