There are writers who will vehemently disagree with this, but I find my creativity to be cyclic much like the seasons. I have writing winters where my creativity is fallow. During these periods I feed the leaf mold of my mind by reading and watching TV on DVD and movies and just living life.
Then comes a writing spring where I plant the seeds I gathered during my fallow time and grow my stories through the months of my writing summer where I work hot and feverishly. Sometimes I have a finished draft to harvest in my writing Fall, other times, my creativity requires more fallow time as I continue to compost my leaf mold. My writing seasons do not necessarily follow the solar seasons, but they can be just as distinct.
I'm sensing that this particular writing winter is just about over as the projects I was working on are niggling and naggling me to return to them.
"To every thing there is a season."