I always have an idea of something I want to write about. When I’m doing dishes, or out driving in the car, I’m usually lost in my thoughts, plotting out some new story. But lately, my thoughts have been completely muddled. At first I thought it was the holidays, sinking their teeth in me and keeping things too crazy busy to even think. Yet, the holidays have come and gone, and I’m still stuck.
It’s weird. I’ve picked up a few pictures to “inspire” me and glanced at a few topics, hoping to write anything at all, but I’m just left sitting in front of the computer. Staring. A week ago I forced myself to keep plotting out a story I’d been playing with a month or so ago. Things started going well. I was proud of myself! And then, I realized I was writing a modified version of the book I’d just finished reading.
So my Muse has left me right when I need her the most. Hopefully she turns up before my computer gets too lonely.