hi from the hallway

Inspiration feels to me like freely roaming an empty palace. Dozens of rooms, each representing some idea or piece of writing seeded in my brain - each a quiet space where I'm creatively capable. I can walk into any chamber I choose and the words will come easily.

When I'm blocked, it's like being trapped inside that palace, though with every door locked. I can't do anything but pace the hallways, shut in but shut out, stuck in the frustrating place between possibility and flow.