I don't know if I have created anything new in weeks. Or added anything new to ongoing projects.
Part of that, I know, is a general feeling of being static.
More is work, is raising a little fluffy creature, is trying to keep my home tidy and welcoming. More is wanting to read and play games, things which have always inspired and encouraged me to keep getting up in the morning. More are these insistent headaches that I hope stop soon.
It's hard to pull something out of chaos, and that's what I feel surrounded by. Harder still is finding something in me to write when I feel more than a little empty inside.
What I need more than anything is time. I am trying to break my days into blocks. One hour to write here. Walk the dog. Do the dishes. One hour to read. One more hour to write.
It's like taking a spoon to the wall of my own writer's block and chipping away at it slowly.
I have a superpower. I can create time. I must remember how to use it.