Supposed to be Writing

I'm supposed to be writing. I haven't actually written anything in months. So then how can I actually call myself a writer?

With it being so cold outside and with all the snow that has fallen in the last two weeks, I'm just not in the mood of being creative. When I'm home, all I want to do is just sit around and do nothing. No writing and no reading.

I'll be glad when the weather warms up and the snow melts away. I can't wait to see the beautiful green grass and the flowers start to bloom. That's when I know my creativity will return and it will be so great.

I'll be able to go sit out in the park at work and write to my hearts content. But I had better do as much writing as possible then becasue as soon as winter comes around again, I'll be in my slump and it'll be no more writing for me.