day eighteen

Everything is clean, I have all the stuff I need, but I cannot think of what to make. I can’t concentrate and have no flashes of inspiration. And it feels like I never will again and never did before- it just all seems so foreign. I am beginning to suspect that the medication I was put on for my recently diagnosed thyroid disease may be to blame. I feel better and have more energy, but have not a single creative thought or impulse. I don’t know what to do. None of my usual tricks that get me working are working. I can’t even write well -and I can always write well. I need to get better but what’s the point if I can’t do what I want to do. Hopefully this is just a part of the 3-month adjustment phase I was warned of. In the meantime, I feel like I am shrinking.

day seventeen

My studio is all clean and reorganized! I have some Paddy, packets of top ramen, and bottles of wine, but I still need to get some cookies so I can stay there and never leave. It’s such a nice little space to work in and I cannot wait to head there tomorrow and get to it!