I wish I had something exciting to share, but I do not. It seems my wellspring of creativity has dried up as suddenly as it began. All of a sudden nothing. zilch. nada. I’ve spent the last few weeks banging my head against the wall trying to force the creative juices to flow again, but no luck. I do have a meeting with my editor this week and I do plan to crank out more re-writes on the novel over the holidays. But otherwise, my cup has run dry. I am exhausted from exerting effort and going nowhere, so I am taking a break. No use fighting the forces that be. I will write again when I have some good news to share. Maybe next year. Just kidding.
It’s cyclical. It will come back. I have daily, monthly, and longer cycles of creativity, just now starting to figure this out. I try to use my non-creative times for other types of tasks and not feel bad about it.
Just a few minutes ago in fact I was wiping (okay scrubbing, because it had been a while) the kitchen counter and had a major plot development breakthrough, which I needed very much because I had no idea what was going to really happen in my story.
Could be it is the universe telling you to go focus on real estate?
Anyway, even your blog post about not being creative is creative, what with the picture of the dry cup and all.