Yep, it's the one thing most writer's fear. The worst thing about it is that there is no fix. There is no way to reinflate that creative bubble once it has burst. At least not on command. Not that I've found, anyway. At some point, if we're lucky, it comes back and we're once again doing what we love to do.
My oldest son was without electricity on and off, and water briefly. I think my daughter endured the worst of it. She was without power and water for several days, even when much of the area was back up and running. My in-laws also endured no power and no water for a day or so.
My husband will tell you—Wait. And my kids.
Yes, my husband and my kids (because they all like to give me shit) will tell you that I might have a small obsession with rearranging things. And by things, I'm talking about furniture. And sometimes it's not just the furniture I rearrange, but the room. The whole room. And the furniture.
Fine. I have a problem with rearranging things. Even I can see it. But that's not the point of this post, I promise.
What I'm trying to say is that I put things off, and I was thinking about that recently. About why I do it. Which got me to thinking about what my excuses usually are: namely, rearranging furniture/rooms. I honestly didn't think I did it often, but I think it's become a ... dare I say ... it's become a thing.