Who drank my creative juices?

   I've been losing a bit of my creative steam lately.  It'd been almost a week since I'd picked up the old knitting needles, and things had  gotten to the point where I'd guiltily avert my eyes when walking past the bag I keep my knitting things in.  Every day I didn't knit I'd find myself feeling increasingly guilty about not staying on the ball (no pun intended), and the guiltier I got the harder it was to get started again.  What a strange phenomenon.  

   I woke up Sunday and decided if I did nothing else all day, I would absolutely, positively knit!  I set myself up outside and a pleasant experience unraveled (what is it with the knitting language?!).  In general, it's much easier for me to knit then when I started.  The needles no longer feel so awkward and unfamiliar, which allows me to enjoy the repetition -- it's a relief to have time for my mind wander!   After my initial plunge I found myself picking up my stuff off and on all day.  I hope to keep up with my progress this week.  Does anyone know if you can take knitting needles on an airplane these days?  I've got a four hour flight this weekend and could take advantage of the free time. 

     I have had one creeping concern about the actual "creativity" involved in what I'm doing right now.  Yes, I'm creating something in the truest sense, but as I look at my plain little pink rows there doesn't seem to be anything new or interesting here, no novelty or originality.   I'm suspicious that there's an exact replica (though probably a good bit better) of my yucky pink knitting somewhere else in the country.   It just doesn't seem very inspired, which has me once again questioning how I define "creative".