The Birth of Creativity

Often I find myself sitting sketch book open- pen in hand and nothing.  The thoughts will not flow or they are flowing with such force I can not stop then long enough to draw them.  And so I found myself wondering where does creativity live- and how can we birth it- how can we draw upon it when we need it or silence it when it buzzes so much it is difficult to function.  Or maybe that is its curse- or a blessing- It remains a mystery.