It’s not even the end of January and I’m already starting to run out of things to write about on my little slice of internet.
The dull nights and general lack of money means its hard to get out and do much at the moment – and I’m sure I’m not the only one experiencing this slump.
Of late I’ve been wondering how much longer Suggestive Digestive will keep my attention. I’m growing tired of fickle fashions and lust lists. It’s just all so drab, and surely there are better things to write about than precisely which top I want from which retailer?
On making the decision about whether to renew my domain when the time comes, I got to thinking about inspiration to write, and how I’ve been lacking it lately in areas I used to be so passionate about – and how I’ve been relocating that passion into totally uncharacteristic things.
I’ve also been thinking about whether its the blog that’s the problem. Maybe I’m uninspired to write because I’m not making efforts to entertain myself.
My head is in the clouds – whether that be metaphorically, off dreaming up some characters for another book, or literally – watching stack after stack of documentaries, reading more about space and spending more time watching the stars than watching television.
I’m no more interested in the Collectif sale or the new Barry M shades than I am in pursuing my current “career”.
What I’m saying is I’m ripe for a change and a challenge. I haven’t learned anything for so long that my brain is feeling fried.
Mr K and I have a huge adventure coming up, I’ve cut off some dead weight at the end of last year, and I’m making positive changes in my life.
So why do I feel so uninspired to write?
Does anyone else have this problem?
How do you pluck inspiration from a big swirl of dullness?