It happens when you least expect it! Your mind gets lost in a dark thicket and there is no escape! You wake-up to realize you have been surrounded by the ill-tempered and they have zapped every once of your creative spark.
They circle like old hags exclaiming again and again “Watch what you eat! You are wearing that!? Is that a drink in your hand? Oh My! You are not reading THAT! Are you?”
You are left dredging around in the fog! You can almost see the creative light! Grasp it! Touch it!
Until some old miser out of nowhere dims the light by exclaiming and rattling his cane “Science is the only truth. Liberal arts is nothing but misfits and degenerates. Nothing but misfits and degenerates! They know nothing!”
The fog gets thicker and you drudge on feeling all of the creative energy being sucked from your body. Your mind is replaced with self-doubt as you ignore the light that once twinkled before you. You go about your routine trying to forget about the unfinished story waiting for you.
Somewhere in the distance you hear a whisper as it calls you back like a long-lost lover “You need me. I need you. We love each other.”
You feel the warmth of the energy moving back into your body as you move forward to the keyboard and return to the story. You begin to work on the next chapter which was lost in the fog surrounded by useless noise. You type on knowing your love affair will only last as long as you put the words to the page with a selfish silence unspoken between the two of you. It is through that silence you escape from the poison of the hags and the miser.
Congratulations! You have escaped the creative energy suck for one more day!