Keep feeding your inner Calcifer. I often think on the common notion that creative people have had their creativity borne from some struggle, some horrendous, horrible experience, or some deep, bubbling sadness that just can never be vanquished.

I have so many times had that notion's ideas crushed to dust, by happy, well-adjusted people who haven't be caressed by tragedy and horror, and still manage to produce incredible work.

Maybe it is that I am just drawn to the darker side, as that is where I tend to wrench my inspirations and subject matter from, but the fire of creation burns for everyone in some way.

I've had mine rage like a wildfire, and I've had times that it is has barely provided any warmth or comfort. Currently, it is contained, but only due to the fact that I have enough time to tend to it, and to wrench the ash away and from it, form whatever it is my craft is on the given day.