It's been a long, long, long, time...since I made anything of note. I've continued crafting granny squares. I have crafted the odd birthday gift. But the rut has been a deep one, and the oomph is nowhere to be found. It's so close. It's just under the surface. I just haven't had it in me to get the room finished so I can work comfortably. And I painfully realize the time wasted. The ideas swim inside my head. They just happen to still live in there instead of in the tangible reality.
A catalyst appears and it seems time to get back on track. I'm dying to. But I can't get in there to do it.
This is a repeating pattern, there is always some arbitrary hurdle. The cleanliness of the office, the dishes that should be done, the laundry or cleaning that should be done. I don't know why I punish my creative self like this.