polaroid spectra/soft tone edge-cut film.
I've been in a bit of a slump both personally and creatively, admittedly the let-down after being charged for so many months with anticipation.
Even when the anticipation is fueled by stress and worry, there's a heightened sensation and it fueled my creativity. Now, I find long periods of time passing and not much has happened beyond a load of laundry folded or a cup of tea consumed.
In this holding pattern I find myself reflective and a bit distracted, unsure of how to define myself while I wait; my future and fate determined by a computer-generated scantron sheet, hopefully full of the correct answers.
I see this stagnation in my creativity as my ideas fizzle out around me.
I wonder, when my muse will return.
