I think my muse has left me. I used to be able to doodle up a storm at a moment’s notice, but those feelings seem to come and go with far more infrequency than they used to be. It’s sad and infuriating at the same time – and a touch depressing. I look back through my sketchbooks and I see stuff that I used to crank out on a daily basis, and then I see the dates get farther……and farther…..and farther apart.
It’s depressing! Oh wait…….I did mention that part already.
I don’t have a reason for it – no good reason anyway. I guess part of it is that I just don’t get out as much as I used to and just wander. I used to do a lot of that……….wandering. I would find things to capture my attention, and then I would have flights of fancy and create some random stuff just on a whim.
Is this what it’s like when you get old? You just don’t want to do anything anymore? I know a lot of people are creative into their golden years, but……..what happened to me? Did my daily life just start to get into too much of a rut?
I really need to figure this out.