Trading in my pen for a crazy carpet...

2009 is almost done and I'm feeling introspective. I say I'm feeling introspective because I haven't been able to write anything of note in a while now. I've been paralized by my current situation and I'm finding it hard to write how I'm feeling. The words flee my body rather than trickle through my finger tips. Maybe it's my current employment situation, or maybe it's that I'm soon to be 40. Whatever the reason there is one positive thing that has come out of this condition. I've stopped pondering and thinking. Before you let out a collective gasp that is sure to fog even my computer screen-let me clarify. I think that as a writer, one is tempted to isolate themselves and write. Or, at the very least isolate yourself and ponder writing. The problem with being so centered on prose is that you forget to experience life outside your writing. The Catch-22 is that writing is infinately better when it comes from experince. Your writing and creativity are boyed by the textures of life - the stuff going on outside your window. So, perhaps in this creative down time or cycle, I should just be happy experiencing what is happening in the now. So, I'll bundle up, get outside and leave my pen at home. Or, maybe even use my yellow pad as a crazy carpet. Then I'll file all of these experiences away and bring them to life when a muse comes knocking. That is IF the muse can find my door...and I'm actually home.