Writes and artists sometimes fear not being creative anymore; they fear the white page; they blank, meaning they simply find it impossible to start any kind of work; when they finish a book or after the opening of an exhibition, some of them feel sad because they start asking: "now what?."
They work all the time, even when they are not painting or writing. Writers, at least some I knew, look at what is going around them taking mental notes and I have already catch one of them looking at me taking notes only to read at the next book the description of a woman drying her hair, or... I don't remember but more two things I'm sure it was written from these mental notes he took from watching me. I felt terrible at that time.
Painters, when not working, think about their work in a different way but you can feel they are a little anxious, sometimes a moving one foot quickly, that part of their minds are around but the other part is at that space where all their works are together asking them: "what now?" or something of this kind.
I forgot about the blogger crisis. I'll write about it in another post.