I haven't posted in a while. The ideas just weren't there. I've tried to force it a few times in the past with mixed results. Sometimes it works, and other times? Well let's just say that I've thrown away more than a couple.
I've come to grips with the peculiarities of creativity as its own entity or force. Some very successful artists have referred to it as a river or stream. You dip your hand in and whatever floats by is yours. The rest of the ideas continue on their journey to be captured by another or to disappear forever.
The Greeks used to refer to it as a Muse. A sprite that enters your life and gifts you with these marvelous ideas. To me it seems as though a muse will come to me at the most inconvenient times to guide me to that river/stream.
It feels like I'm searching desperately for one decent idea. Then I find it, pull on its thread, and hundreds of ideas come pouring out at once and I'm either drowning or buried alive. "Feast or famine" is the old adage.
I've found that ideas can, at first, seem like those dreams we have just before we wake up. We feel empowered, insightful, brilliant even. But if we don't act on them immediately they fade or disappear like a wisp of smoke. I'm left with the memory of how I felt about the idea but have no clue to the idea itself.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. "My muse is a jerk!" In my imagination I have a picture of my muse and its muse friend having a conversation about me over drinks.
Friend: Your guy seems to be emotionally pretty stable.
My Muse: Hold my beer.....
So if my friends have ever looked at me an wondered, "What in the world is going on in that head of his?" Now you've had a glimpse. It's more than a little odd in here and I apologize if taking a peek has upset you. I wanted to write about something else, something lofty and profound, but my Muse wouldn't give me a decent idea. The little jerk!