I fear this may be my last post for a little while. On Friday I sat at my painting table, brush in hand, and just stared into space. There was nothing there - no plan, no desire to paint, no urge to get into it. I have read of this happening to others, and I have been afflicted with mild versions of it myself in the past, but this felt so dramatically final it was almost frightening. And the situation is still the same now...
|(Thanks are due to Ray Rousell for posing for the above picture).|
So what causes it? I had a reasonably busy week at work, but not too stressful. There is nothing major looming in my life - no exams, no medical issues, no house moves, funerals or legal problems. I am still as good-looking as I always was, and I still have most of my lottery win left (£9.40), so why the loss of enthusiasm? Answers on a postcard please....
In the past when my interest started waning, I merely changed scales or periods, but such was my malaise, I didn't even want to bother trying that! Instead I am going to attack the problem from three fronts:
1) Read a book on a period I know nothing about in an attempt to fire something up,
2) Work on my long-neglected skirmish rules, with perhaps a trial game or two,
3) Tidy up the Shed of Delights to see what forgotten treasures I turn up.
Fingers crossed I'll have something to report sooner rather than later. Thank you for your patience.
Until next time....