And so I couldn't write...

I was half way on my reading Shutter Island when this urge to just write something came. I don't know how, don't know what but I just felt that I have to close the book and start pounding on the keyboard of my netbook. So I did. I haven't done so in ages. For whatever reason, I just don't. Perhaps I lost track of my creative streak. Perhaps I lack inspiration or desperation for that matter. I am just rambling. So be it. I might stumble into something that I could write on.

But I couldn't. I just couldn't. And it scares the hell out of me. Am I losing it?