Blank canvas

last night I wanted to work, I wanted to get dirty with my paint. I spent the better part of 2 hours messaging my honey bucket back and forth... I let my self go to sit in front a blank canvas with pencil in hand. NOTHING!!!!!!!!!! Not a line, not a smug, my pencil didn't touch the canvas once last night. grrrrrrrr so incredibly frustrating. I haven't heard an S.O.S coming from with in me in what feels like a time long ago, lost. I'm almost tempted to put away my easel way, hide my brushes and drink my paint.