Oh inspiration....where are you? An old friend of mine keeps telling me to look up. I'm not sure what this means, or why he keeps telling me to do so. I tried it. FYI Paul, it didn't work.
I have so many ideas...that's not really the issue. The problem is actually putting them into action. Its the process of creating that is, well, for the lack of a better word...its stuck. My creativity, which is usually flowing like a river, has slowed to an annoying drip, drip, drip of a leaky faucet.
Its such a strange feeling. Creating isn't an essential human need like water or food. I will technically live without it, but it is essential to my sanity. I find it fascinating that when I think of what this feels like to me, I think of physical pain. I feel like the person I am inside of this body is being deprived of something I need. Its become this torturous process for me. Its stifling. I feel like I'm gasping for a breath of air that just isn't enough to sustain me.