Uh, What?

Is it possible that there are a finite number of combination of words that my brain can produce? Could it be that I have used up every bit of creativity that I was allotted at birth? Honestly, I am right now feeling that way. Conversation is a chore, and all I want to do is sit in front of the television and have it spew it's content all over me. Maybe I could soak up another few years worth of the ability to form coherent sentences just by sitting in my big recliner and letting the television re-seed my brain.

It all started a couple of years ago when Mark started nagging me to write a book.
"I like your writing. It's pretty good, and if you sold a book you would have enough money to support me in the way I feel I deserve."
"No, it sucks."
"You sit in front of that computer all day writing comments on other peoples blogs, and writing your own blog. I know you can write a decent book, make a lot of money, and give that money to me."
"No, it sucks."

Well a little over a year ago, Mark and I were sitting in bed sipping our cocktails, when Mark started to tell me stories about his family moving to New Jersey from the Bronx. It was kind of funny, and kind of sad, and under the spell of vodka seemed interesting. So after mulling it over for a few weeks, I started writing. Sixty four thousand words later, not including the sixty thousand words I threw away, I am finished. It is a work of fiction based on Mark's stories, and some of my childhood memories. That is why I feel so used up lately, and haven't been posting a lot of things on my blog. It is as if writing this thing has sucked the words right out of me. Hopefully the hours of television watching I've been doing this weekend will help restart my brain. Although most of it is football, and very little thought is generated watching that, I'm hoping the ads will contribute to repopulating my mind. One more thing. Does anybody know a literary agent?