A Bout of Writer's Block

All this month, I have been writing like a maniac. I've done two rather lengthy short stories and a couple of poems, now, however I just can't force myself to write. I've tried, believe me, I've tried but nothing good is coming out at least nothing that is willing to stick.

I'm hoping it's going to pass and is in no way related to the bout of strangeness I've been having the past few days. It's not what I'd call a depression, more a subtle melancholy.

I've been trying my hand at a few things to snap myself out of it, the main one being a project I used to do on a regular basis, which was to write an obituary for myself, but It's as though my creative gland has malfunctioned and where before the ideas flowed, now they drip out like...Something slow and drippy.

Fingers crossed it'll pass soon enough as I'm dying to create but my brain doesn't have anything to work with.