Tuesday, July 5, 2011

the muse strikes in curious places

muse-strikes-picture

Ideas! Where and how do they come to you? I long to be one of those who can sit down with a few free hours and a pot of coffee and channel inspiration into something visual on demand, but when I try that I usually sit with a big fat blank and then I get depressed. When I get out of the chair and start doing (rather than thinking) the sparks have a better chance of igniting. But it isn't guaranteed; I've never been able to make inspiration abide my wishes or schedule. It shows up on its own clock, on its own whims, in its own choice of place: in the car, on a run, in a meeting, on a plane, in the middle of a conversation, in the checkout lane -- or my favorite -- the car dealership. And the muse expects me to indulge it no matter where or when it happens.

16 comments:

donna!ee said...

amen sister...for me, the key is to be aware when it strikes, channel the muse. blest be :)

Rebekah said...

Often the muse comes to me in the most inopportune times; in the middle of the night, on the bus, etc. I tend to just make sure I have a notepad and writing implement with me so that I can jot it down and expand on it in my own time... I try to work with it, rather than be dominated by it... :)

rachel awes said...

soooo MUSE true.
&...
she must
love
knocking
on YOUR
door
& seeing
how she
looks
through
your
hand
& heart.
xox

Marcia (123 blog) said...

Oh dear, and here I've taken a day's leave tomorrow to write my book.

I fully expect my muse to show up!

MaryL said...

Very, very true!! For me it is most often in the middle of the night and I can't write it down for fear of waking my husband...so I often let my mind dream and plan, working out all the little details...and yet so many times, it all vanishes upon waking like a fading dream... Once in awhile something sticks and gets to come to life! :)))

Chel said...

I can REALLY identify with this. My muse strikes daily, while I'm swimming- so I plan for creative afternoons. When I'm done with my swimming, she's gone, as is all energy and focus. Some days I can remember what she shared with me, but most days I just feel like it was a dream...

Stephanie said...

My muse is drown out lately by my the noisy children, stress, the economy and nursing baby. Sometimes I think she is literally trying to scream to get my attention! I really hope she doesn't give up on me.

Cori Lynn Berg said...

Mine come in the shower and while driving most often!

JessiVille said...

I never know when she will inspire me. I've had plenty of those blank sessions just waiting for her! Most often I hear her when I'm driving and can't write down her whispers...
Jessi xox

brandyglows said...

I have a slightly different problem. My muse is just chock full of ideas. All the time. Sitting or moving around. I know it seems like a high class problem, and honestly I'm thankful for her. The problem is sorting the wheat from the chaff. Or really, the truly golden wheat from the regular, tho a bit dried out, stuff. I'm often tempted to try and do it all. Which leaves me splintered with nothing to show for all my efforts. As I grow as a writer, it's become crucial that I develop filters and systems to help me reign in and make the most of my exuberant muse. She's a wily one, she is.

Kathryn Hansen said...

i'm pretty lucky cuz i only have certain times of the day that i can do my artwork (i have a day job & 2 children)and unless i'm super exhausted my muse always shows up...maybe it knows that i absolutely need to create to be happy!! and it wants me to be happy!!

Nicky Linzey said...

Ideas have been few and far between lately. I seem to go through weeks when I have hundreds and not enough time and then months when I have none and then am I in a bad mood!

Sarah Martin said...

I would love to know what medium you use. The colors are so vibrant. Very cool!

kristen said...

yes. i happen to know , for a fact, this statement is true.

christinemyoung said...

yes :( :)

AG Ambroult said...

ah yes, she is fickle and greedy, that muse. She comes to me in random places and inconvenient times, forcing me to jot a note down using crayon and a gum wrapper, or to tell my girls to remember a key word. Like yours, she never comes when I need her.