It seems I have run out of ideas. I’m sitting here, pondering what to write and I am bereft. It could be a headache that seems to have hung around for a day. Or, it could be that I am no longer creative!
That would be a shame and would call for a major rethink of things. I couldn’t go around calling myself the creative minimalist for a start. I’d just be the minimalist.Without the creative part that doesn’t leave much, a little ironic.
It could mean no more songwriting, music making, no more story writing, no more… the list is virtually endless. The world might not miss my creativity, but I would. That is my primary reason for creating, for myself.
- I exist, I create
- I create, therefore I am
- It would mean an end to my existence!
I think the reason for this creative dearth is my headache… I’ll go and take a tablet.