Sunflower Blog

Just Biding Time

It's difficult to see into the future, and picture all my half-heartd efforts coming to fruition. That's about as productive as I'm able to be now.

My muse is gone. I feel like every thought and every feeling I have is bound by some kind of shackles that won't let it break free. Nothing is original. Nothing is worth repeating. Nothing is worth putting effort into. Ideas that might be stories aren't making it to a page. Re-writing that I gave myself an end of the month deadline for, is still just sitting. If I can't get excited about writing, nobody is going to be excited about reading it. This is a phase, and I've been through it many times before. I still don't know what to do with myself in times of non-productivity.

I'm waiting for inspiration, a sunny day, something to give me a different perspective. And while I'm waiting, days continue to pass and with them many opportunities. If I can get just a little past my health drudgeries, maybe tomorrow can be the day my muse returns.