on creativity

(I am very nearly asleep but still don’t dare try it... bad, really)

Today I found myself wondering about what to cook

while the fridge is full of cooked meals and 

I have a lunch engagement for Thursday with J.

somehow it almost felt sad to realise that I should not cook just now

(I guess there is a part of procrastination in it, too)

then I read Paul Auster’s musings on 

how literary characters tend to start their own lives and adventures 

quite apart from their author

I’ve read about this from other writers, too

anyway, tonight I thought that must feel awesome 

and how I wish I could make up stories

(but I can’t)

Then I thought I really needed some creative outlet

I see the concept again and again

yet can’t seem to have a clue on what to do

Could cooking really be my thing for now?