I drew a blank. What an uncomfortable feeling! Trying to answer my friend brought my creative dry spell into sharp focus.
There’s the fear that I’ll never again feel inspired, countered with the logical explanation that this is a temporary limbo. Is the energy drain of my recent move (all that packing and unpacking, arranging and rearranging) the reason why? Or perhaps the daunting manuscript revision has stolen my creative juices. Can I blame the physical demands of my job? That seems a poor excuse.
In the meantime, I continue to read the blog posts and browse the flickr photostreams of others whose work I admire. And Friday’s field trip to see the Big Apple Circus is an exciting item on the calendar.
Here’s hoping my batteries are just on recharge. I wonder if they allow cameras under the big tent …