Have I Lost My Muse?

Its funny. . . I hound Andre constantly because he stopped writing. He used to have this newsletter that he would write himself and print. He even has his own publishing company. But once him and I were together, he stopped writing. It upsets me because he used to be so passionate about it. It was called "The Ex-husband's Guide". . . Well there was my clue right there. He lost his muse! He's no longer suffering in a dead end plain out bad relationship. Our happy marriage ended his need for an outlet, hence the death of the newsletter. I still hate it he lost his writing mojo, I so enjoyed reading them. But just now I got to thinking, I'm worried about his lack of writing, when in fact I too have stopped! I have journaled so much my paper could probably stretch around the world. . . Twice! Maybe three I don't know. But I haven't journaled in a long time. I journal when I'm upset, hurt, super excited about something. I can't remember the last time I wrote my feelings down. Sure this blog is kind of like journaling, but I mean pen to paper writing, I don't know when I last did that. So maybe he's not the only one who has lost his muse. Maybe mine has gone too. But does a happy marriage mean we should no longer document how we feel? We aren't happy all the time, but do you have to be unhappy to write? Was every artist depressed and dark inside? Was every author steps away from the edge? Is every musician searching for happiness? I know the answer to those questions is no, so why do we require unhappiness to write? Food for thought I guess. I wanted to document this before the thought fled my mind.