The days are going by, dripping like a leaky faucet really(very annoying), and the Art Fair season approaches.
I, Creative One, am suppose to be making time with my Muse(in other words, restocking my inventory for the coming frantic frenzy of sequential weekends selling my creations.)
Suddenly, sittting at my bench is an onerous task. I would much rather scrub the kitchen floor. Reupholster my niece's couch. Grout my son's new bathroom. Count toothpicks in my solder kit. Have lunch with my other son's high school girlfriend and her mother. What gives?
You guessed it........ Creative Block. I've got it bad.
It's winter in the Midwest. I do have Cabin Fever but I can't complain because we haven't been devastated by a tsunami or Civil War. You understand, relatively speaking, I'm alive and well.
So, help me please?
What brings this dread dis-ease on and how do I get rid of it?
Thanks,
Linda

