Sometimes I find that my mind is swimming with more ideas than I have time to write down. Then, once I do have time I’ve lost the spark that caused me to believe it was a good idea in the first place.
I’m not sure how the rest of you are when you write but I find this infuriating. Since losing my muse the motivation to write had been difficult to retain. I hate that. I hate that I have to rely on someone else’s existence to make me motivated enough to put in the time and write. Good god do I ever hate it. And yet I find myself hoping each day that I’ll find that muse in one of you in the ether of the Internet.
The difference in quality between a muse inspired piece and one that is just mine alone is obvious to me. The quality is just so much better with a muse. The lust and passion is so much more tangible. I’d often find myself racing to complete a piece as I tried to keep up with the vision in my mind. Without a muse it seems that work is more work and less exhilaration. A shame.
…so is there anyone out there that feels this way? Am I the only one? Or do I have an equal; a companion that has the same dilemma and desires? Do you seek a muse too? Do you want to be…muse buddies? Pushing each other to ever higher escalations of debauchery? If so… let me know…I’m waiting to meet you.