This morning I was thumbing through last year's journal and came upon this page. I had a similar period of "nothingness" last year, but it wasn't as severe as this one has been. When it was over, I did this simple journal page that seemed to express my relief at finally reaching the end of it. With this most recent episode I haven't yet reached the feeling that it's over - no elation, no real relief. I don't trust that I'm out of the woods yet.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about all of this trying to figure out exactly what it is that happens when I seem to just fall off a cliff. All of the reading I've done over the years about writer's block, artists block, etc say the same thing: you just have to do it (write, make art, compose - whatever It is), every single day. The advice is not to worry about the quality of what it is you do, just do it. It doesn't matter if you end up with only one sentence, one line, one mark on the paper (or not a single one) that you like, as long as you do it every day. I once read that ballet dancers have to practice every single day no matter what, or their muscles lose tone and elasticity in just one day! I've become convinced that there is a parallel to that in art. So, now I'm coming to believe that these periods are caused by my self-indulgence, lack of self discipline, and the erroneous position that somehow it's not my fault - that it's caused by some mysterious force that's beyond my control.
So, with that in mind, I'm planning on doing one thing every single day - even if it's just a 5 minute sketch of something. I'm going to try not to care if I like it or not, if I think it has any merit - in other words, I'm going to try to keep my ego out of it and instead focus on feeling good about just having done it. Baby steps, baby steps ..... then, just maybe, I'll feel like this again:
P.S. For those of you who saw the original of this post, you no doubt noticed I spelled "Drought" as "Draught". My pal Vicki wanted to know if it was a Freudian slip and that what I really needed was a beer .... hmmm .... could be .... except I don't like beer. Now wine, that's a whole different matter!