[Claustrophobia.]

I have been yearning for a reason to write here lately, but have been unable to come up with anything "worthy" of posting. Which completely negates the entire point of this creative effort.

I was actually concocting bulleted lists of potential topics:

- Family visits

- Categorizing the self

- Mourning's impact

- Believing you, trusting you care

All of which eventually led me to my final bullet point:

- The oddity of forcing it

I haven't been able to reflect on much lately.

I'm in a bit of an expressive rut.

My canvases are blank.

My music mixes are stagnant.

My "Scribble A Day" project has been stuck on Day 32 for about as many days.

And all together, my numerous journals have gained maybe 3 pages in as many weeks.

What's the deal?