Back in the day, when I was feverishly working on the Magnum Opus of my Master's Degree, I covered a very large segment about John Keats. Like many good poets, he understood the value of Greek and Roman literature and paid homage to the muses.
I used to chuckle to myself at the idea that some magical being would come to a writer, and inspire them to write. I knew it was likely the influences of drugs or alcohol or other natural or unnatural substances not the divine.
But lately, I've been understanding where they were coming from.
Frankly, I am more like them than I would usually care to admit.
Something has happened at the beginning of this new year. I am inspired by everything. My artistic side is busting a move. Today, I spent my Saturday relaxing while I still try to expel the last few dregs of a wretched cold I had a couple weeks ago but that still haunts me. But the one thing I did not do today, which I have been doing every day for about a week and a half, is draw. And not just draw, but draw with my new dip pens.
You see, while artists have no specific muse, I believe I might be entertaining a muse in disguise or something. Maybe she's taking a holiday in California. Maybe it is because I am both a writer and artist? All I know is that not having drawn anything at all today after several days of being on fire has made me jittery tonight. I feel like I'm going through some sort of addict's withdrawal symptoms just from not having inserted a nib into pen holder, dipped it's perfect tip gently in an ink bottle, and then gliding it across a paper. But it's late at night and I don't want to do too much before sleep. So I will merely layout my plan of action for tomorrow. But I swear, I must work on a little soon or I may go crazy.
The artistic surge is tangible and unavoidable. I feel invigorated and I refuse to back down.
So, my love letter to my muse, my angel, my holy intangible spirit guide whomever you are that is inhabiting my soul, I welcome you. Please stay. Your presence is most appreciated and most welcome. You and I can make the world more beautiful, I know we can!
Proof? Here:
Work that is coming out of me is blowing myself away.
I feel like I'm on the verge of something amazing. And that's a really good feeling.
Let my own inner flower unfold!
