Feeling the itch

Yesterday I went to the park with the intention of writing. I edited for about forty minutes and then sorta felt all drive leaving me. I don't know why the hell I can't write anymore. It's literally driving me crazy.

I want to feel the itch. A friend of mine told me that today… that she felt the itch again. I am entirely jealous of her. I think at times that since I've accomplished writing a few novels, that the desire is done with. It's something I always wanted to do and I did it. So what more is there then for me?

And this cluelessness is trickling into other aspects of my living from. I struggle to find books to read, movies to watch, music to listen to. I'm not depressed. I'm just a bit lost. I need to find my inspiration, or motivation, or energy, or mojo, or if nothing else….just feel the itch again.

I don't want to end on a sad note so here's a picture of my two doggies….

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