I want to say something about droughts: as painful as they are, they deepen us. When we feel we have "nothing to say" as artists, we are grappling with what it is we do want to say. In struggling to find our sources of inspiration, we find ourselves.
Another thing: drought doesn't disqualify you as an artist. Rather, it is a rite of passage, an initiation period that while it pains us also makes us better. If we persist in making art even when we feel we have no art to make, we experience a deepened gratitude for those times when art comes to us more easily.
In other words, droughts make us appreciate times of flow. As much as anything else, droughts teach us compassion for ourselves and others. Can this be anything but a blessing?