I haven’t made anything in months (except for podcasts, thanks to my partner shoving me along on that one). Barely written a word, only shot a few videos, wrote a couple of songs but haven’t recorded them (it doesn’t count if you don’t record them. Anything else is just singing in the shower). It’s got to the point where I’m having random nightmares about making stuff. It’s not writer’s block, writer’s block is for chumps. Not life getting in the way, though it’s done plenty of that. Not even videogames leeching away my precious energies.
It’s just not doing it.
It’s weird thinking about what I’d write about, and then not doing it. Having an experience that would make a great video, and then not making it. In some sense, it’s a freedom that lets me live my life in the moment rather than continually generating things for the future, but at the same time, I’m the making stuff guy who isn’t making stuff. Every day it gets a bit easier to be ordinary, and it’s a thing that bothers me deeply. God, I need to make some things again, so that’s what I’m going to do. The show must go on.