You know what my real problem is latey? Writers Block!
That’s why I’ve been wandering aimlessly around this blog the last couple days like I’ve been… I’ve got Writers Block again! I sit here and stare at a page and the words just don’t flow… In fact they hardly come at all. I’ve always had an issue with Writers Block. I go through phases where writing is the easiest thing in the world, and then suddenly my imagination and vocabulary just dry up like a shallow river in a hot August drought.
They say that authors and other creative types have what’s called a Muse. A Muse is a spirit, usually female, who gives a writer his or her inspiration. Apparently, I’ve done something to piss mine off, cause she’s just not coming around to see me lately.
So what could I have done to piss off my Muse? Did I miss her birthday? Do Muses have birthdays? Happy Birthday! my mystical, magical and ever so lovely Muse! I’m so sorry if I missed your special day! Please forgive me! Here’s a dozen roses and a card for you!
There, maybe that will help… But I think that I should think carefully about what else I could have done to offend my Muse… I don’t think I’ve been flirting with other Muses, and I certainly haven’t been fooling around with any. I’m not even sure how you “make it” with a Muse…
Uh Ohh… Maybe that’s the real problem here! Did you hear what I just said? Ohh Boy!!! If that’s the problem, no wonder my Muse is unhappy with me! If I haven’t been giving her the kind of attention she needs to fulfill her passionate desires, and her deepest, most urgent needs, well no wonder she’s giving me the cold shoulder!
How about a Poem of Love… devoted to you, my incomparable Goddess Muse…
Gee, I sure hope she likes it! Maybe I’d better add just one more thing to go with it…
I offer you, my only Muse… this candle that burns brightly into a rainbow… a symbol of my deepest longing for the sweet scented balm of your forgiveness, which is the only cure for the hollow emptiness of my soul.
If I’ve been insensitive, please forgive me, my most precious Muse! And then we’ll meet tonight in the Land of Dreams… where I will offer you all I have and all I am, just to know the ultimate intimate pleasure of your presence.
So how’d I do? Think she’ll go for it??? I sure hope so! This Writers Block is killing me!
Perhaps you should do your Muse’s dishes, nothing says “I care” like housework.
Now that’s an excellent idea! Should I dress up in a little outfit for her too? Lol – A while back somebody at work gave me a glitter and rind stone jock strap as a joke gift… Maybe I should actually try wearing it while doing housework for my Muse. Or maybe if I do that, you’ll never hear from me again – because my Muse left me forever! Lol
She is not a-mused huh… ;)
Lol – I’m thinking that now she is… :-) That’s cute as well as clever.
How do you have writer’s block? You just wrote a 200 word comment on my blog!
When the student is ready, the stumbling (writers) block is finally removed.
ROTFL .. sometimes I write comments and go “erm, bit long winded there” but ya’ll know I am so wth ;)
Gee, I never do that… Lol – I guess that I found Mr. Hotspur’s work very moving in a laxative sort of way. (said with the utmost of respect)
Did I ever tell you that I smile broadly every time I see your e-mail address? Well, I just did, and you’re a funny lady. :-)
Aww, I am glad I make you smile :)
Hey wait, another man who cracks up laughing whenever he sees me!??!
A gal could get a complex here!!!
So am I… :-) And there’s no need to worry, because for me, laughter is like magic and I’m sure that you have a very nice complexion. ;-)
BOO!
Hah scared ya.
Wuss… ;)
PS I have a flawless complexion by the grace of exceptional genetics. I am eternally grateful to my heritage when I hear of others lament theirs ;)
Who you callin’ a wuss, woman? Huh? You scare me about as much as sitting down to a very large T-bone steak cooked medium rare! (warm and pink in the center) Mmmm… ;-)
Your post reminded me of a poem I wrote several years ago. It’s a bit long, but I hope you won’t mind.
Muse 7/28/2006
Where are the words?
They’re lost
Bereft
They’ve jumped like lemmings from my mind
Into a chasm of loss
Once upon a time they would come
I didn’t have to think
They came
Leaping from my pen
Ink jewels
In blue and black
As if they weren’t mine
But channeled
From some eloquent spirit
Longing to be heard
Where are you now spirit?
Muse?
Whatever name best fits you
You fed me words once
Now I’m starving
Craving the language that once nourished me
Were you pushed away?
Revolted by my filthy cynicism
My reality
My day by day drudgery
Thoughtless of any future
Any possibility
Stagnation
“There is a rot on us all”
I let the rot grow over me
And my muse withered with it
Can I resurrect you?
Practice makes perfect
If I raise my pen once more
Will you return,
Like a soldier fresh from the front,
With countless new tales to tell?
I don’t mind at all David. In fact, I like it and I think it’s very good. Thanks for stopping by and thanks for sharing.
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Loved this post! I can definitely relate!
Thank you for enjoying my post, and thank you very much for the award nomination! I genuinely appreciate it!
I’m sure your muse fell hook, line and sinker! :)
Things have been much more a-Musing ever since, so I guess that you must be right! Thanks for stopping by. :-)