I haven't done one of these horoscope thingies in a long time. Probably because I think it's a bunch of hogwash.

My horoscope for this week from Free Will Astrology:

According to my analysis of the astrological omens, you're about to turn into a creative powerhouse--and will remain so for at least a few weeks. That means you'll be at the peak of your ability to conjure up artistic masterpieces. But more than that: You will also have uncanny skill at whipping up fresh, crisp solutions to conundrums that have stymied you and your tribe for a long time. It will almost be as if you have found a way to tap into the future, where you can learn novel ways of seeing that are impossible to access in the present.

I'll believe it when I see it.

So, according to this guy, maybe my creative slump will soon come to an end. Maybe I'll finally take some of these ideas and thoughts bouncing around in my head, and actually make something out of them.

That could be cool. Because maybe then I could get some of these voices to shut up for a while. By providing a platform for their ramblings, maybe I could placate them.

Because I have plenty of crap rattling around in my head, I'm just having a hard time writing any of it out.

There once was another time when my head was just as busy as it is now, but back then the problem was a different one. Back then, it was like being caught in the middle of a storm. There didn't seem to be time to breathe let alone try to form a coherent sentence.

Now, now the problem is one of motivation.

I just don't seem to care enough about what I'm thinking or feeling to even bother writing it out. And, if I don't care, that pretty much guarantees that none of you will care either.