Sorry, I have no blog post today. I’m depleted. All out of gas. Kaput. And why? Because I’m happy. I’m working on a new project that I’m really excited about, and when that happens — happiness, that is — all my creativity flies out the window. Je n’ai rien. Nada. Por qué, mijita, you might be asking, if you understood the language of the last word of the last paragraph, and you were very fond of me. (Don’t forget the upside down question mark!) I wish I knew, but it seems a common theme in literature. The poet Stevie Smith once wrote, “When I am happy I live and despise writing/ For my muse, this cannot but be dispiriting.” Is it possible that our greatest creativity comes from our darkest times? Read next feature >