Inspiration is a funny thing. Certain things inspire you others don't. As an aspirational writer, I never really understood the need of a muse of sorts, but as I constantly strive to put more pen to paper, I am typically turning a blank, and it dawns on me a muse or muses is essential.
Why is this I wonder? Well, life has turned a little from what it was, to what it is, and it's left me uninspired.
In the past, contentment lead to a level of creativity, as I was relaxed and free to ponder life's great mystery, and then create my own 'world' where I could drift and subsequently write. However now, as I begin to retool the pieces of my life and discern its next direction I feel preoccupied, to the point that writing and essentially drifting, is difficult as I feel that I may miss something, what, I'm not sure, but missing it is my concern.
My hope is that as the dust does settle entirely, I may be able to avert my gaze from over my shoulder and back to what might appear in front of me, and if that becomes a muse, then there is hope!
That's all I have right...
1 comment:
Hi Ben,
yip, life is definetly a wet blanket' for a writer. Here is what I've found: the suckier things
get ...the more important it is to write. just give yourself a time limit (say... 10 mins) then just write the very first thing comes into your mind. something I found helpful is fortune cookies:) eat the cookie and write for 10 minutes about the fortune. it turns out totally garbage...but it gets the writing juices flowing. the other thing that has helped me is a 'writing' playlist. I never listen to those songs unless I write. somehow it makes you 'hungry' to write. give it a try. It might help. P.S. I'm reading:)
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