Uninspired. I hate this feeling.

When I pick up the guitar and proceed to hold it for a while. Not playing anything of any importance. A chord here. A lick there. My mind is blank, my fingers still.

I hate being uninspired. Those times when I pick up and hold the guitar because it's comfortable, not because I really plan to do anything with it.

I know me, and I know the cycles I go through. This is the down part of it. It happens. More than I'd like, but it's all part of the routine. I know eventually I'll swing back towards the high. That time when everything sounds like gold, and I'm practically choking on ideas.

But until then, I feel crappy and pointless.