So apparently the ebb and flow of my emotional state, and with it creativity, do not necessarily correlate to the seasons like I had suspected they might. I'm troughing like a motherfucker right now. This is most frustrating from a creative standpoint. I just don't have any confidence in any of my ideas, and the mental gridlock of my current emotional state makes sitting down to right a monumental challenge. I have been fortunate to develop passable material the last couple of months without much focused writing. But I will always be reluctant to seek any sort of real help for these sorts of problems. Because in the grand scheme of things, my emotional, creative, and attention fluctuations are not posing obvious hazards to my health or anything. Well, if you really drill down and get into areas like my diet and my inability to handle most real-world responsibilities you could make an argument that these problems place a great deal of stress on my health and well-being. But still...COME ON. I'm still the same person. It's just when I'm alone the world gets a bit heavier during these times than when I'm normally alone.
This conversation is just boring the shit out of me. I was just hoping that with the nice weather and shit my mind and body wouldn't turn into a little bitch.