Rainy day thoughts...

I've hit a creative road-block. Not only in my writing, but my photography as well. I'm still passionate for each, but am exhausted. Perhaps because it is what I do for 40 hours a week - in a sense. I write & read about photography and its going ons. Though, most of what I write is technical and not prose, it is still writing and takes the same time, effort, thought and care that I put to my prose.

Though I am not shooting, I am researching and viewing photos all day -- and sad to say, I have yet to find something that reignites that urge to go out and create images for myself. I will go through little spurts after lectures or seminars - but it is never anything long lasting. I know that I haven't lost the passion for the subject, since every day at work is a full day of photographic knowledge waiting to be taken in, but creatively I have lost my mojo.

My creative writing has taken the back burner for at least a couple years now. I think it has largely to do with the loss of my father. My last recollection of writing was an account of the day of his passing. It was for a creative writing class I was taking at school. I remember it, because the professor had asked me what I was doing there. It had been my first creative writing class since high school, and at first he had questioned if the work was really mine, and after he got to know my writing style and from my bringing in past work - he apologized for what he had said.

If you told me to write today... I don't think it would fly. There is one event that occurred recently that I should account for and reenact. I don't believe I would ever publish it on the blogosphere, for the wound goes far too deep. I believe that my fear is what's holding me back. Hell, I just need to let go and jump.

We shall see.