It seems that this would be the extent of my creativity at the moment – choosing those flowers, putting them in that jug and standing it next to that sculpture! (www.vanessa-pooley-bronze-sculptures.com)
Whats happened to my flow?!(again)
A lot of unpaid overtime on the real paying job would be one answer.
My inability to bear an untidy house would be a second one.
The jamming up of ideas resulting in nothing at all being tried, would be a third.
Hayfever would add a forth reason.
Maybe now I’ve told you I’ll feel better about it?
