I can remember a time when writing was a compulsion. I remember carrying paper and pen with me everywhere to be ready to record my thoughts or plot bunnies. I have folders full of short stories, most in various draft forms, but back then it was hard to focus on one story when three others were knocking at the door of my imagination.
It's been months since I've even felt the urge to write, even just to blog. It feels like all of my creativity has been sucked out of me. Maybe I have it too easy right now - my days are so flat, so full of nothing that I cannot seem to muster then energy to put pen to paper. I wonder, what do other people do when they situations like this? I want to create again. I feel so barren, so without purpose, when I'm not producing something.
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