11 March 2014
I know it's a cliche, but I have found that, for me, a lack of creativity and drive is synonymous with this time of year. I’m not entirely sure that’s an excuse for the annual neglect of my blog; it is what it is. However, it definitely impacts my desire to write and bake.
I'm pretty sure the only thing I have baked this entire year is a giant heart shaped cookie for Valentine’s Day (I know, awwwww, right?). Last year ended with a bunch of stuff for our Christmas party and for Christmas. I tried out a new cinnamon roll and frosting recipe for New Years and I even wrote the post for it, (found it in my draft folder) but never edited it, never posted it.
Granted, this is not unusual behaviour for me. If I think back, even to University, I have always gone through these phases; especially during the winter. I have even been known to write short stories and poems about this lack of inspiration:
November 20, 2003
I have no inspiration to write
My passion seems lost
My pen lifts only for labour
My talent seems the cost.
I sit ready waiting to write
And think to myself quietly,
If only I had some inspiration
I could write a story quite mightily.
But inspiration I have not
And it seems no loss but my own,
For if I had but a tiny bit
A wonderful world I could have sewn.
What can I say? I've always liked irony. Granted, I don’t write enough anymore to look back on it with any criticism. Is it okay? Cringe worthy? It seems fine, though I might have a slight bias :)
Also, for anyone reading this, I’m still here.