I started this blog several days ago.
It’s 10pm and finally quiet. The rest of the house is
sleeping, and I’m sitting here, looking for inspiration. Our calico walks
across my page, sits on my arm, and kneads my stomach. No amount of good
natured shooing works, only the obvious push onto the floor. I could use a good
push myself. I haven’t written my pages in weeks – forgive me Julia.* I’ve
dropped my pen and I can’t pick it up.
At the computer surfing the self-help blogs that encourage January
goal setting and perseverance, I languish in fear. The ink has dried up, dedication
shrivels. My mind has wandered off the page into the dessert dunes. Big Bang
reruns flicker across the flat screen. The bright colors and loud noise make my
head nod with the laugh track. What
happened to that book I was reading? Seduced by Sudoku. Replaced by the lure of electronic solitaire
and mindless word finds.
Where is that Muse?
Did I pack her in the attic with the Christmas decorations? Wait! I see a
Leisure Learning writing class in my future. Okay, and there’s that contest I
want to enter. Oh, yeah, I’m up next for critique this week.
If you’re suffering from a creative ache that eats at your
soul, I recommend reading the spiritual leadings offered by * Julia Cameron, author of Right to Write and The Artist’s Way, and writing
three pages every morning whether you want to or not!
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