I’ve had such a hard time getting my creative battery kickstarted lately and I blame all my frenetic rushing. On my long morning bike rides to work I’d try to think about stories I wanted to write. Cruising along in the dark under the setting moon seems like the perfect breeding ground for new ideas but I was coming up empty.
Then I had a day off. I decided to spend it puttering around doing small projects that had been bugging me and napping. I sat around for an hour and played games, sat on the porch and admired the sunshine and went to bed early. The next morning I woke up before the alarm, my head teeming with ideas. I had to carry a paper and pen in my pockets to jot them all down… something I haven’t had to do in ages.
I’ve often wondered if I had a muse what would she use to inspire me? Music, fine art and nature are all very good but apparently my needs are less esoteric. A simple day off will do just fine. I name my muse Sweet Tranquility and am scheduling her in for more visits asap. Turns out simply goofing off does have a place!