Really? Pain woke me up around 3:00 a.m. I didn’t rush to my little storage room/studio/hole-in-the-wall to create. Instead, I came downstairs to my computer. Not that I don’t want to create. I feel like everything I’ve created lately really reeks. It’s so bad, I find myself scribbling on paper, then cutting through the lines with an eraser, making words. Somehow, ‘create’ in eraser doesn’t look so inspiring.
It’s not that I’m being too hard on myself. You haven’t seen it. This rubbish so bad, I probably won’t even use it for art journaling backgrounds. It’s going in the recycling bin.
I went to my email account to find a letter from Nanowrimo. They said the novel I finished a couple months ago is begging me to revise it. I’ve tried writing. Even writing’s not working for me, lately.
My muses haven’t left me; I have lots of ideas. The pens and paper aren’t cooperating. My camera would love me to be outside, taking pics of grey skies and mud. I’m just not into it.
I’m going to spend some time doing other things and just going with the lack of flow. That’s about all I can do to cope with this–accept it. Let ‘it’ not happen. Bring on the grey skies!