My creative itch has returned. I am restless without some outlet.

It makes the rote motions unbearable. More than any time since college, I am in an excellent position to start writing again. Yet I'm stuck facing the same mental obstacles that have always been there. Plus there's that two jobs thing I have going on.

But winter is that time of year - when I spend more time indoors, when I see more movies, read more books, listen to more music. It's when I get jealous of all the fantastic accomplishments out there.

Maybe it's time I make room for it again. It was so hard to build the momentum the first time, but once I had the spark, all I had to do was make time. Build the momentum, then make time.

Maybe it's time.