Time at the bar please, gentlemen

I'm wondering if it is not about time I gave up these fanciful notions of being a writer. I haven't written anything substantial for two years and, frankly, the desire to write, the need to write, has gone. If the passion isn't there then why bother? No point in persevering if the drive isn't there - you'll only produce half-arsed drivel. Maybe I've just been kidding myself that I am a true creator; maybe I am nothing more than an over enthusiastic reader suffering from a romantic delusion of being an artist.

Who cares? Too many talentless hacks out there scribbling away at interminable drek as it is. Why add to the stockpile?