I've haven't been feeling as inspired, story-wise, in the past few weeks. And I've realized that part of the reason why is that – ironically – my brain has much less down time now. I have no commute, which used to provide 40 minutes a day when my gnat-like attention span could jump from topic to topic and now and then strike on something good to include in one of my stories. I don't spend 30 minutes at a stretch on the treadmill or the elliptical machine at the gym, with nothing better to think about than stories; instead I'm riding my bike and looking around while watching out for cars. I haven't spent any time putting gas in my car, waiting my turn for the barber, or doing most of the other mindless things that I do in my normal life. Which means that my mind doesn’t have much time to just spin in place and come up with plot ideas or images or bits of dialogue.
Weird, right?