Recently I’ve been struggling to find any motivation to do anything even remotely creative.
My one advantage at times like this is that I continue to read and continue to look at others work. This means I’m still absorbing influences and, in turn, the ideas keep coming. But, when it comes to actually doing something about it?
Or the next day, or the next….
And so it goes.
Part of me, sitting inside my head, looking out from behind my eyes, finds this infuriating.
“Just pick up a pen and get on with it!” “Write something!” “Draw something!” “Doodle for fucks sake!”
I’ve been here before. Tiredness plays a part, but that can stem from depression anyway. Not having the time is another factor. But if I didn’t vegetate in front of QI repeats on Dave I’d have the time.
I’ve read about how other people deal with this, whether they call it a creative block, writers block or a creative drought. What works for them won’t necessarily work for anyone else.
Eventually the voice in my head, the one pushing me to do something, drives me to pick up some implement of creation and make something. Usually this first push doesn’t last long, but it’s a stepping stone that enables me to move forward, and once I’ve taken that first step other stepping stones appear out of the fog that’s been surrounding me. Now the problem is; which path to pick?
But it’s a choice I can make.