What happens to Creativity?

I used to write all the time.  In fact, I have stacks of rubbermade containers in my basement full of random ginny thoughts from all the way back to kindergarten. 

Every once in a while, when I have a free moment or two (which turns out to be once or twice a year...), I like to get out all those old papers:  the poems written after I was jilted by a high-school lover, the essay I wrote in twelfth grade about fighting discrimination, the goofy short stories I wrote in fifth grade about Halloween witches and their talking broomsticks...

Sadly, the only additions to my writing files over the past ten years or so have been school related-- book reports, research papers, etc.  It's not that I don't want to write creatively; it's just that I don't think I am as creative as I used to be (or maybe it's just that I don't feel as creative).  I'd like to put the kabash to that.

Anyway, I'm hoping to use this blog as my new medium-- I'm preparing myself to dabble a bit.  This could get messy!