A muse has gone and gotten herself missing in action… namely my muse. She has a tendency to do this. She is an illusive being. One minute ideas are coming forth with the speed of light and the next she off on an extended holiday.
Here I am sitting in desperate need of some inspiration and nothing, nada, nichts is coming forth. I have started writing countless posts and they end up as really bad drafts – deleted drafts at that. I could blame work that drains me of any intelligent thought or I could blame the lack of sun in this rainy country… all very valid excuses. However… blaming the muse will at least give me a reason to post something that does not just contain me complaining about the weather or moaning about my job. Let’s face it – I live in Ireland so the weather is shite most times of the year and my job does have its mad busy periods and that will not change anytime soon.
See my muse she is a bossy but scatty-brained one. Not stupid…. no, I would never dare to accuse her of that but focus is not her best characteristic. When she is all there then there is no stopping of ideas. This is mainly accompanied with ink-stains, pieces of paper everywhere and lots of coffee, tea, caffeine IV (OK, maybe not that). Every so often she decides a break is needed and just takes off. Somehow it feels like the breaks are more frequent than the actual work but hey… what can you do.
Being a muse means she has no boundaries or limitations so god knows what she is up to. Boozing most likely in some exotic place surrounded by party-goers. Next time I must make sure I tag along.
Let’s hope she returns soon so I can actually write a post with something half-way intelligent instead of this total nonsense. Inspiring ideas will gladly be received…