Here’s the thing. I’ve never been one to journal. Do not find it helpful to write down my inner most anythings. What helps me most is talking with a friend. Today you are my friend. I feel like I’ve tumbled down some rabbit hole. Thank you, Covid. During the tumbling I seem to have lost motivation, inspiration and landed in inertia. It’s a mucky, yucky place to find one’s self. Yet, that’s where I am . My imagination and creativity seem to be anaesthetized. Oh, I do hope they come out of it soon. It’s not much fun without them.
I think a muse is in order, but where or how do you order one? There’s no listing on Amazon. That was a bubble burster. Shocking. Not everything you could possibly want can be found on Amazon. What’s your excuse Jeff Bezos and Andy Jassy for this grievous omission? As if they’d ever do anything about it. Hah!
You think Alexa might have some insider info on finding muses? Doubtful. I don’t think her reach is that wide.
Seriously, now. Have you ever seen any ads or postings on social media for a muse? You’d think someone out there in the world wide web and beyond knows how to acquire a muse. I get that muses come and muses go. Still, I am good with a short term arrangement. You know, just until my imagination and creativity show signs of life again. Is that asking too much?
I can’t believe the pandemic has scared them off. After all, they really are immune to such things. Now I truly regret not asking Santa for a muse. If he came through, I would have written a wonderful story about that jolly fat man.
I suppose I’ve talked your ear off by now. Hopefully you’ll be around next week so I can share what transpires, or doesn’t, in the coming days. If you get wind of an available muse, please get in touch. Thanks for listening. BTW, Happy New Year