Sometimes I find myself in a state of suspended animation.
Bouncing from one project to another. Unable to focus on any of them or to make any progress.
At a complete loss.
You know the place.
And it makes me cranky.
I call it creative constipation. (I find it helps to name a state of mind that annoys you. It gives it form. Something to aim at. Plus it’s funny.)
Over the years Husband has come to recognize this condition and doesn’t take my grouchiness personally.
Now he just hands me Tablet and says, “Draw something!”
Have I told you lately I’m married to a very smart man?