My creativity is strange. I envy those painters who can create over and over again. It's not that way for me.
It is not the showing up part that is a struggle, it's that I have flurries of what inspires me. It comes in an intense wave and then goes. Poof. It does repeat eventually and it usually evolves further after a timeout.
What happens when I want to keep painting portraits? houses? When there are TONS of those compositions I want to do? The answer is, I still have to take a break. Buts, requests, pleas don't work. I've tried to ignore it before and continue to paint what I was painting but it's no good. The paintings and the desire to paint go flat and when it's flat it means I need to recuperate from an idea.
Recuperation is not about not painting. It is just about finding a different inspiration that sparks my interest. It's a bit of a mystery. I dawdle in my studio space, read, do image searches, play with ideas, make lists and focus on other creative projects. I also patiently work on forgiving myself for fading from a composition frenzy I'm not done with yet. It's AGONIZING but in the end, it's OK. It happens. All it means is I need to be grateful for getting inspired at all and appreciate it when I'm in the middle of it (and do a little dance when it comes back).
My internal creative muse is A.D.D. Exasperating, throw your hands up, pull your hair, swear exasperating but it is...
... oh look, a goose.