Voids

Right now, I am experiencing what can only be described as a creative void. It’s like my creativity and vitality are stuck in a white room with no doors or windows, sitting in a white chair unable to move. I can hear the dull roar of life just outside the room, but nothing is discernible; I can’t tell if there are cars or birds, or even angry rioting mobs. It’s just a void; nothing can be grasped to spark the creative fire that I know is somewhere deep in my psyche.

What happens when you’re in a void?

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