Full disclosure time. These past few weeks I have not really been feeling my writing. Not like I've felt it before, that's for sure. Funny thing is is that I can't put my finger on the exact reason why it's not flowing out of me the way it used to. It could be that I have gotten way too comfortable in my new workspace/recliner -- so much so that I am overcome with the overwhelming urge to close my eyes for a nap the moment my cheeks hit the rich Corinthian leather. Maybe it's the fact that every evening for the past month or so I have grown accustomed to my nightly Nyquil/Baclefen cocktail. It makes for a good night's sleep but I wake up in the morning with a groggy case of medicine head. Maybe it's the added pressure I've put upon myself by posting a blog on Psychology Today's website. Or perhaps the disease is catching up with me in terms of its effect on my overall level of energy. Is this a permanent thing or will I get my rhythm back? Have I peaked or am I just stuck in a creative rut?