On Embracing Creative Dry Spells
I haven’t written anything in 2 months. Zero. Zip. Nada. Until right now.
At any other point of my life, I would have been beating myself up over this. Stressing over how little time I had left to be some sort of… I don’t know, literary prodigy or something. I’d see this dry spell as a reflection of my worth, my skill, my talent, my ability to get off my butt and go do something productive for once. I’d spiral into another vortex of not being able to create anything, and it would pick up speed over time, making it harder and harder to pull myself out….