They say the truth shall set you free, so I’ll be brief. I’m not feeling it. Yep, nothing’s coming through. Sometimes times are like that. Or should I say, “occasionally the muse disappoints,” as she has done tonight. And why do I have such trouble remembering how to spell “occasionally”? I always have to look it up on Google or Dictionary.com. And why do I use the word “occasionally” so much? Do I really? Maybe I need to find another word. I certain friend of mine gave me a hard-copy thesaurus. I bet there are many alternatives for “occasionally” in there.
And what about this presumption of mine that my muse is a she? What’s that about? You didn’t think I would let that slide, did you? Really now. I am sure a muse, my muse, could be a guy. I bet it has something to do with the fact that creativity is more associated with the feminine than the masculine side of things. I suppose it is because women have babies and men don’t. That is the ultimate creation. Yet there is a strong predilection to see God as a male and he, okay, she, he/she, whatever, it(?), is the Ultimate Creator. But in the end, everyone needs a muse. And sometimes, even when you think you have connected to one, that muse can let you down.
No inspiration. No “qwerki” thoughts. Ummmm.
Oh, wait. I think I the muse came through. I just wasn’t paying attention.
And so there you go. Even when you’re not “feeling it”, even when you think you’ll “be brief”, sometimes if you just start, you’ll be surprised. Like now. Like here.
Say goodnight, Gracie. Good night.
(If you don't recogize that quote, watch the video below. George Burns and Gracie Allen were the best).