I’ve fallen into a creative slump, and I can’t get up.
Did my surgeon accidentally remove my creativity, along with my drive? It feels that way. I was patient for a while, but now I’m getting frustrated.
I know all the tips for getting started: look through my inspiration notebook. Look through my visual journals. Get my hands on something and just START. Go over that list of projects I’ve been wanting to do forever and pick something. Anything. Take one tiny step forward . . .
I’ve tried all these, and nothing works. I head into my studio with the intention of working on something, but the effort to get the supplies out just seems overwhelming, so I turn around and head back out again.
It’s not that I’m not doing SOMETHING. I made this “watermelon” quilt from a pattern in a magazine, machine-pieced and machine-quilted:
I’m hand- and machine-quilting the “tattoo” quilt top I finished forever ago:
And today I’m mailing off this fabric ATC for a swap:
That was all the creativity I had in me—2-1/2 x 3-1/2 inches worth. I even signed up for a QU class, a really good one on design; for the first time ever, though, I didn’t participate at all in the class, and I feel guilty about the wasted opportunity.
I don’t know if I’m physically or mentally exhausted. Or still recovering from the surgery. Or just plain depressed.
Maybe it’s because I quit smoking several weeks ago, and I’m still in mourning for my 30-yr. long friend, the cigarette, as nasty and evil as he was. Or maybe I’m feeling deprived because I’m on a healthy-eating kick, trying to both feel better and lose some of the weight I put back on after my long illness.
I barely have the energy to whine, but I’ve managed to do a fair job of that in this post. No cheese, though—too many calories.
Anyone have any calorie-free chocolate?