Direction

I feel like I got a good amount accomplished today. Although I haven't got any writing done. I at least I feel like I did something with a purpose. Which is a step in the right direction. I am clearing out the clutter in my life, which in hope it will clear out the clutter in my mind too. Sometimes having a nice clear open space does a small wonder for the mind and the soul.
So I am thinking of redoing my entire room and giving myself my own separate work space. I tend to feel too confined sometimes and that kinda smothers my freedom to create. I think this will generate a better place for me to think and to focus. Usually I tend to write wherever inspiration hits me. But since that hasn't been happening too much lately. It looks like I will have to take matters in my own hands and give it a reason to. Not only that, when it comes time for me to continue putting my novels together I need a nice place to do it. I am eventually going to get back to that too. I just haven't been feeling it. I'm not sure what direction I want to go with them yet and I don't want to continue working on it and just write in circles. So I keep going back to it, eventually I will get where I want to go with those. For now, they are put to the side til I can get my motivation back and get past this writer's block.
It is a strange sensation, not being able to write. When you know its there, you feel it. Then you sit down and go to put it to paper and nothing comes out. And your just left staring at a blank page for hours wondering where it all went. Not too long ago you had thoughts and lines running through your mind. Its like if you don't write them down that instant, they vanish. There have been many times I would get thoughts and ideas in the middle of the night but have been too out of it to click on the light long enough to write them down. Then I end up regretting it because waking up the next day, I can't remember what they were. I keep a notebook on my night stand by habit, But its been laying there untouched for months. I can recall many strange dreams, but nothing worth writing about. I should write them down, collect them and see what my mind does when I sleep. So complicated and complex, but yet can be so simple.
I wish I knew what caused my this frustration, Maybe I just need to do something refreshing. Something that will turn a new leaf and I will be free to write at ease again. It goes with the territory. Its not always easy. And as difficult as it can be at times, I still thrive on it. And as long as I feel the need to, I always will...