I seem to be on a bit of a smutty hiatus. There are a number of reasons for this: my moods, work stealing too much of my time, a general lack of interest in life. Mainly though, it’s simply that I have a total lack of inspiration when it comes to having anything to write about. The very fact that I am writing this #SoSS post on a Monday is pretty much symptomatic of my current malaise.
I look at the prompts from #MasturbationMonday and #WickedWednesday and I find that, for the present at least, I have nothing to say. I read the questions on #TMITuesday and #F4TFriday and I realise that I have no answers.
This is not in anyway a criticism of Kayla, Marie, Molly and the others who organise and contribute to those memes, it is a reflection of a certain emptiness of spirit, a lack of inspiration, and a dearth of ideas that currently taken hold of my creative consciousness.
Thankfully, I still have my photographs. Even here though, inspiration is somewhat lacking. Even though I am participating in #FebPhotoFest, only three of my submissions were taken specifically for this year’s event. The rest were ones that I had that I had taken as possible submissions for #SinfulSunday, or my own #SexualArtistry, but had never got around to using. Even allowing for the three photos that are “original content”, every single post that you will have seen posted during February was actually uploaded and queued before the month had even began.
I’m not sure if that makes me a fraud, or just extremely well organised; either way, it just further emphasises the creative rut I am currently in.