Inspiration is Fleeting

I haven't been inspired. The last time I feel like I actually wrote something in here was in August back when I started this thing, and September was the last time there was an entry, all of those were pop-culture blogging related stuff. The last time I actually wrote something I would call "writing" was in January. 'Tis troubling.

• I miss the feeling of fingers vigorously pounding at clicking keys or hand cramps from pen haphazardly scratching against paper. 
• I miss feeling like thoughts are moving at a faster rate than I can record them. 
• I haven't contributed anything to the creative world in awhile and I have a problem with that. 

If I love writing and storytelling so much, what is inhibiting me from it now? It's even gone so far as caused me to question whether or not I'm going in the right direction. I haven't been excited to write, or emotional so that I had to write. Maybe I just haven't found a story worth telling?

Tomorrow I'm going on a quest to rekindle the fire. On the suggestion of a dear friend, I'm backtracking to remember why this is what I want to do in the first place. I'm going to go get and read Wish You Were Here by Leslie Simon and buy a new copy to re-read Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Klosterman. Two authors that made me want to become a music journalist in the first place. Finally, I'll cap it off with a viewing of Almost Famous a la Cameron Crowe. Maybe I can find myself somewhere in there while I'm at it.

Okay, too exhausted to even put some pj's on at this point. Good night. Tomorrow is full of hope and possibilities.