Ye Old Arte Shoppe

I've been thinking a lot about creativity lately. See, every time I read a good book or article, I feel this drive to write. When I listen to music, I feel compelled to compose and to write songs. When I see artwork, I'm driven to draw or design. Thankfully these urges don't all come at once (usually), but rather they wax and wane in an irregular cycle.

The reason I bring this up is because even though the creative muses beckon, lately (meaning the past nine months) I've hardly done anything. Written one song. Composed a few pieces. Drawn a few pictures. Designed a few logos for work. Haven't written any poems or stories. What's up? Before my mission, I was producing quite a bit of creative works, but the wells seem to have dried up. But it's not that the ideas or the drive isn't there; it's just the part where I take the ideas and make them reality. I guess I've been too caught up in everything else. Whenever I think about this, some part of me says, "Hold on there, don't forget that part of Living (capital L) is finding expression for these things. Sure, work and school are important, but you also need to work on your talents." And yet time marches on and all that's left behind in its wake is homework and some work projects. Time for some introspection and self-analysis, methinks...