Brick Walls

My pens are against me. Bic, ballpoint, biro, all are conspiring. Even my fancy fountain pen fell apart before I could lose it. And what should I infer from this? Should I not be writing? Should I call it quits? Or do I merely struggle through the writing block. Inspiration has left me, she is an angel no more. All the best writers steal, I guess it's just the bad ones that get caught.