*sigh* I feel like I've lost my creative edge.

I haven't written anything (good) in years. It's frustrating. It used to be that I could sit down with a notebook and pen and hours later I'd have pages filled. Not so much anymore. Why is it that pain brings on great inspiration? Now that I'm happy(-er) with my life, my artistic abilities have gone rapidly downhill.

Haven't been taking many photographs either. With the weather starting to get warmer though, I'm sure some nature-artsy photos will be soon to come.

I start work on Monday. Working by myself mostly (thank god). Maybe that will give me time to think of things to break this writers' block.