I get writer’s block a lot; there’s something on my mind that’s screaming to be written and it just never gets to my fingers or, when it does, it looks like a toddler wrote it. But this isn’t writer’s block; I feel uninspired and unmotivated to write something meaningful and insightful and I can’t even think of anything – it’s like my mind says, “Eh, why bother? Tell you what, though, write something about not being inspired to write.”
Yes, I wrote this – I’m writing this – but that sense of being inspired just isn’t there. This isn’t unfamiliar to me; I experienced this lack of inspiration a lot when I was composing music like there was no tomorrow and so much that I’d carry a manuscript pad with me everywhere I went so I could start scribbling anything from a simple melody to multi-instrument scores. The music would just flow unbidden… and then just vanish and for no reason I’d be able to discern.
Like, after my brother died, I wrote a song dedicated to him, hammering out the basics quickly until it evolved into one of the finest pieces I’ve ever written. I performed the song, making changes here and there until I had all of the instrument parts perfected. But when it was finally done and I had recorded it, I couldn’t write anything else, not because there was nothing to write – I hear original music in my head all of the time – but because I had no inspiration or motivation to write more music.
The good thing is it’s always temporary, like my creative muse decides it’s time to go on vacation for an indeterminate amount of time – then it returns as if it never left. I think that I just get on a roll and wind up emptying my head to the extent that, I dunno, I just wear my muse out despite there being legions of things I could write about.
I just don’t feel like it.