Perpetual Ruminations

When Your Muse Whispers

I need to find inspiration; I've been stalled in my writing far to long. But what should I write about? I know I have some good stories and poems but instead of them flooding into my mind and onto paper, I sit and stare at a blank page. I do start typing some, but it seems I use the backspace and delete keys more than any other and in the end, the page is again blank.

I'm making some changes to overcome this disgusting rut of nothingness, but I need inspiration. I inquired of my muse, Leora but I think I pissed her off yesterday when I didn't believe her story about Quakers. Oh well, I can do this without her, I know I can, I just need to find my inspiration.

So, I set out to do just that:

         (Inspiration)

"Where is it at?" I asked of myself,
"Perhaps in the cupboard or up on a shelf."
I went and I looked, but it was not there.
"Why is it hiding? It just isn't fair!"

"Perhaps in the closet! I'll go take a look."
Nothing but clothing and a misplaced old book!
I looked in the junk drawer, sure it's in there,
But all that I found was junk and despair.

I looked behind objects and under the bed
I sneezed from the dust and then bumped my head.
I checked all my pockets, then looked in my desk,
"Nothing but lint and my desk is a mess!"

Leora came over, standing quite near
She whispered these words, right in my ear,
"You want inspiration, I'll give you a clue,
Turn you eyes inward, it's hiding in you."

Today Leora taught me a few very important lessons: First, don't piss off your muse, second, don't doubt your muse, and third, don't look outward for inspiration, look inside where it resides.