Art is a funny thing with its many forms. Most often it is a playful little so and so with its decisions of when to occur.
I've found it creeps up and has its way either through lyrical form, written form or in more creative mediums like drawings.
I could sit and blast away getting loads of creatitivity out, decide I need more tools, say drawing pads, recording equipment or other such helpful devices, then it drys up completely and vanishes.

In one of those such ruts at the minute. Wanting to make some more magic happen, yet not a drop of it happening.
Typical.