I must confess:

[Leanne]

I think there can be tremendous merit to combing through old pieces. It's nice to air them out and fix their holes.

This statement also works if you substitute "men" for "pieces"

I used to write a poem a day, I'm ashamed to admit... many of those were dreadful, but they were practise, and any writing is good writing (though not necessarily good writing). These days, aside from the silly bits and challenges, I'm lucky to turn out a poem every couple of months. The rate has actually increased since I've been here though -- I find that being surrounded by passionate people makes a hell of a difference, and inspiration can be found anywhere, even in the Sewer or the Pig's Arse (maybe especially there).