i think there's something truly maddening about wanting to write with your entire being but not having any inspiration whatsoever. i'm so frustrated it's painful. i haven't been able to write for MONTHS but when i finally can, i hit a wall. i think the song "it's hard to be the bard" from something rotten puts the feeling into words better than i ever could.
i love being friends with other creatives, don't get me wrong. hell, it's one of the most awesome things ever. to wake up to a new wip from a mutual? to see someone i care about is pouring their soul into something? but it can be frustrating. seeing them whip up characters in the blink of an eye, while i'm stuck in my own mind. it's a difficult kind of envy to experience.