Posted by a friend of mine on Facebook:
I'm probably more immersed in the world of books and authors than many and I belong to a good few groups and pages on FB that promote books. Or rather they allow people to promote books (usually their own but...). I've begun to feel a sense of significant ennui when it comes to reading blurbs and looking at covers; they almost all use the same format, the same language, the same *hooks* and the same key elements to attract the eye. And for me, none of it is working. It was the same sort of thing in mainstream chain bookshops like Waterstones: a place packed to the gunnels with books and almost never a book I wanted to buy. It feels as if there is nothing new, original, fresh and appealing left under the sun.
I feel a little like the Vampire Lestat (as created by the marvelous Anne Rice) wanting to go to sleep for a century or two till either my ennui wanes or the world changes and something different emerges. I'll be in my crypt if anyone wants me.
To which I added the comment:
It's a ubiquitous problem. TV, cinema, music, theatre and art are exactly the same. All politicians are the same. The news is always the same (only the names of the dead bodies are different). The posts on my blog are now all repeats of posts from the past. I have nothing new to say because there's nothing new to say anything about. I think I shall go back to sleep, something I appear to be doing a lot of recently. I'm sure it's to escape the tedium.