If you’re an avid reader of my blog, then you may have noticed that as of late, I haven’t been publishing my usual deep and thoughtful, yet sometimes inspiring pieces. My work was once full of analytical twists, wistful ramblings, and challenging provocations, but now I find it hard to string one thought to the next. Inspiration has eluded me, and now my work suffers for it. Ohio is boring, cold, and depressing, and while at one time that was enough to bring out some interesting whimsical and dark pieces, it’s now attributing to my own complacency.
For months, I was writing a new article almost every day, publishing every two to three days, so that I would have a large backup of material to release, just in case something like this, or a lack of time wouldn’t effect the blog. But now, I’ve used up my stores, and I sit, staring at my screen, forcing a few prosaic lines, and typically have truly nothing to show for it. My focus, my insights, and my journey within have ceased, and I’m left fighting against my own walls, a barrier that teases and taunts.
Settling down to a familiar routine can do this to an artist, and it’s happening to me now. No matter that I’ve traveled to Nashville and Tampa recently, or that I try to mix up my days, striving away from a boring conventional routine, I’m still feeling like I’m in a downward spiral. I have a trip to Aruba planned for February, and I’m planning my big upcoming USA road trip, but even with the prospect of forthcoming travel, I’m uninspired.
I need a lift, a change, a revolution within – to get the creative juices going again. I am in desperate need of a vacation from my “vacation,” where no worries, no deadlines, and nobody, no nothing needs me, calls me, or expects anything. A short time away from it all – or perhaps a muse, to distract and to accommodate me. I need to feel what’s real again. I need an escape away from the motions, and into the wild wilderness of the world. I need to find freedom, once again – for what was working, no longer lingers.
Perhaps, I need a muse.
(Photo by Vinny D via Flickr)
Settling down to a familiar routine can do this to an artist, and it’s happening to me now. No matter that I’ve traveled to Nashville and Tampa recently, or that I try to mix up my days, striving away from a boring conventional routine, I’m still feeling like I’m in a downward spiral. I have a trip to Aruba planned for February, and I’m planning my big upcoming USA road trip, but even with the prospect of forthcoming travel, I’m uninspired.
I need a lift, a change, a revolution within – to get the creative juices going again. I am in desperate need of a vacation from my “vacation,” where no worries, no deadlines, and nobody, no nothing needs me, calls me, or expects anything. A short time away from it all – or perhaps a muse, to distract and to accommodate me. I need to feel what’s real again. I need an escape away from the motions, and into the wild wilderness of the world. I need to find freedom, once again – for what was working, no longer lingers.
Perhaps, I need a muse.
(Photo by Vinny D via Flickr)
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