I used to consider myself to be a fairly creative person. I could write for hours on end, have multiple stories going on, scrapbook, cook, blog...I mean, it just came easy. Now? Not so much.
I am gearing up for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and I cannot focus on any kind of a story. Oh, and FYI, I even booked my little writing retreat cottage so that I COULD write endlessly without interruption but now I have a feeling I will be curled up in the fetal position eating Chinese food and BBQ potato chips while I cry for an entire weekend.
Where did my creative spark go? True, I have been just a wee-bit distracted with the horrors that are my life right now but you think that would create some sort of fun world in my head for me to escape to, right?
Even coming up with what to make for dinner makes my brain hurt! Although, I did concoct some KILLER seafood quesadillas the other night. Seriously, they were so good I almost made myself sick. I both love and hate when that happens. That was the most inspired I've been in quite some time and for someone who is a foodie who likes to cook, that's sad.
I long for the days where my brain functioned normally. And really hope that this, too, isn't one of those pesky signs of aging...that would really suck.