You know what it is? I'm not bored with weblogs, or designing weblogs, or even just kinda looking at weblogs. I'm bored with the standard 2 or 3 column weblog layout. The caveat is that the standard is the standard because it's the most logical way of organizing a blog's content. From a design perspective, it's fine. It makes sense to have the content in the middle of the page and the other stuff in a sidebar. From an aesthetic perspective, I'm bored to tears.
My "creative flow" has been lacking lately and at first I thought it was just a typical, I can't come up with anything damn it, kind of thing. Then I realized that I've just been reinventing the wheel with each new client. Banner, content, sidebar. Banner, content, sidebar. BANNER CONTENT SIDEBAR.
In situations such as these, it's usually best for me to get up and walk away from the computer for a little while. No amount of digging around for inspiration is going to help me. I can stare at an empty, 800x600 Photoshop file until my eyes start to bleed but a brilliant idea is not going to magically appear. Usually all I need is a few hours, a movie with friends ("Garden State" is really good, by the way) or a round of grocery shopping Hell with mother.
This time is serious, though. I have clients waiting for progress. I've become frustrated nearly to the point of tears. I need to do something drastic. Unthinkable.
I'm going to clean my bedroom.
Cleaning and organizing a physical space is the only answer here. I used to clean my dorm room as a way to avoid studying. Then I'd find myself cleaning out my bookbag, folders, and notebooks for class. Naturally, since I was looking at the material anyway, I'd eeeeease myself into studying. I don't know why it works for me. I'm hoping that a clean room will help clear my mind and get some new ideas flowing.
So, today, I shall clean my room. I mean really cleaning it. The closet, under the bed, organizing and storing my scrapbooking materials, getting rid of stuff I don't want, dusting and vaccuuming, load after load of laundry, purging out of date magazines, the "whole nine yards."
As a back up plan, I ordered the Idea Index from Amazon last night. If the room cleaning remedy doesn't take, I'll just plant myself in front of the computer with that book and my Underworld cds (the ONLY music that gets my creative spark going) and not move until something brilliant falls out of my head.
If my muse still refuses to make a cameo, well, I'll just have to curl up in the fetal position on the floor and cry. I see no other alternative.