Creatively Blocked- Zoning in and out in the library

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Well, this isn't a desperate measure, this is my blog which I have let die for a while. I am sitting in the library trying to get it together for two weeks of waiting.

I have a new contract coming, and it means I have more time here in West Sussex, possible for a very very long time. I feel nothing, however. I am not happy or sad about anything.

So this blog, the blog of doom and random ideas, with no real theme, which follows no rules, and is just its beautiful self. I think it always helped me in the past start off the flow of words which brings about ideas which trap into the never-ending river that is the stream of creative energy that gives birth to everything.

I can't find my way back into the river, I can't rub two ideas together, and I can't move. It is like a stalemate. I try to reach out of myself, to start gathering ideas from which to draw some friction from, and I am not really finding anything that inspires me. Nothing lights the fire, nothing reaches my heart or soul.

Recently life has been quiet. Nothing major has happened. I am alone with my feelings and perhaps that is not always the best place to be in.