Questions in a Pool Hall

I haven't taken pictures of Woody or Woody Jr. lately. Woody sits quietly on the corner of my desk, waiting to be of use again someday. I feel sorry for him, waiting so patiently.

I always have fun taking pictures of Woody. He doesn't mind waiting for the right light. He doesn't complain about lengthy photoshoots or whine that the pictures make him look fat. And he can hold a pose for hours.

So why haven't I taken any pictures of him lately? Probably the same reason I haven't taken many pictures of anything lately. I haven't been feeling inspired. It's been difficult enough to stay on top of the day to day without making the time for art as well.

It makes me wonder though... Is inspiration a chicken-or-egg proposition? Is there not enough time to let inspiration strike, or does a lack of inspiration keep me from making the necessary time?

Do I need a muse or just some time to take a breath and let my imagination take over? And why does it seem like there is never enough time to fit in everything?

Is inspiration like love? Do you find it when you aren't looking for it? What if you never find it? Or you find it and it goes away? Is it better to have been inspired once before than to never have been inspired at all?

Maybe Nike got it right. Maybe I need to let go and Just Do It.