Creative drought

So I'm lying here
just staring at the ceiling tiles,
and I'm thinking about
oh what to think about.

Just listening and relistening
to Smiley Smile,
and wondering if this is some kind of creative drought

- Barenaked Ladies, "Brian Wilson"

Shit shit shit. All the writing I've done in the last several months has been articles for Phases, a couple for The Star, and the odd diary entry. I really need to get back to narrative writing. Stories are my lifeblood; journalism's not really my thing.

Also have hardly been drawing even though I've got several ideas to work on - comics stuff for EK, paper cutting based on Li Bai's Ye Si, tinkering with graphics tablet.

My brain feels like a jellyfish. (I originally typed "I feel like a mental jellyfish" but that was kinda weird.)