For the past year, maybe even two, my creativity has resembled a dried up well. Writers all around me would talk about the story ideas crowding inside their heads while I silently panicked. Because my head felt like an empty cavern.
Here’s the thing.
When creative people who thrive on creativity feel fresh out of ideas, it’s not a comfortable feeling.
Thankfully, creativity–like everything else in life–comes in seasons. We all experience winters.
Mine just happened to come once I started writing...
Published on August 19, 2012 22:00