I've been struggling with the quality of my writing (or lack thereof) for about a week now. I still haven't totally climbed out of the dreaded vortex of writer's block and the things that used to be a "can't miss" for inspiration are not even showing up on the target. Clearly, inspiration is indeed a fickle mistress. I feel wrong trying to ply her with alcohol. Even worse when I play songs only for the express purpose of getting her to dance. (Read: drinking frozen pouches of margaritas and dancing around to INXS will not always bring forth your muse.) Don't get me wrong, I'm still writing and "dear diary-ing" like an angst-riddled teenager, but I haven't put anything down that gives me the tingles.
It seems like the new thing to try these days is one of those one-a-day challenges pertaining to your specific medium of choice. But I don't think I want to jump on that bandwagon. It seems a bit intimidating. Perhaps I should start smaller. I'm thinking the signs of the zodiac will do as there are only twelve of those suckers. If I churn out one a day, that is less than two weeks. I can commit to twelve days. Okay. Here we go. Starting on my lunch break today with Capricorn.