I've stopped doing that.
Despite a rather ambitious 2012 resolution to write more, I haven't channeled any efforts beyond work related documents. Perhaps not even that anymore, as a manager I'm fortunate to have minions to do the writing, and my task becomes more of 'strategic guidance' - which boils down to a lot of comments and track-changes to documents submitted for approval.
I know my muse has left me.
I know because I no longer feel this burning compulsion to write down what I feel, what I think, what I experience every day. It seems enough to scribble an odd facebook update or two. Read a lot of random stuff without commenting on it. Keep my opinions to myself mostly, with the odd verbal rant every now and then targeted to whoever will listen. In fact, writing has become a chore. Something I do only when I absolutely have to. When there is no minion around to pass out the paragraph to. When no one else can write it the way I can and I may as well make the effort rather than have to fix it later.
The problem is, writing was one of the few talents I had.
If I've lost this, what do I have left?