If any of you are writers or artists, then you know that sometimes the creative process just seems to stop. Usually there isn’t even any particular reason. It’s actually pretty traumatizing. For me, my imaginary friends that live in my stories are some of the most important things in my life and when I suddenly can’t seem to find them, it sometimes seems like they’ve died. It’s silly to say, but while they’re gone it feels like they might never come back.