Chasing the Muse
I’m presenting at Flash and the City this week. My piece is on inspiration and being creative. It’s titled “Chasing the Muse”. And really, I am. I have been all week. It’s been a struggle to catch her this time around. Maybe it’s that this could definitely be the largest audience I have ever spoken to. Maybe it’s because of the brilliance of the group I’m presenting with and the fact that secretly, I’m slightly intimidated. Maybe it’s because I’m so busy and am freaking out over what little time I have to prepare. If you knew what my personal and business schedules were like you’d ask me why I was doing it. Chasing her that is. Well…
I’ll tell you a little secret. I can’t help it. No really I can’t. I’m driven to find her. To chase. To anticipate the utter abandon to which I will leave everything else. To writhe in the ecstasy she can provide when caught. I think that since I crawled out of the womb she has been playing a game of cat and mouse with me. She is a tease and many of you may know what I mean. If you’re someone who is required by nature to create, to breath life into something that was once nothing, whether it’s a painting a poem or a program, then you definitely know what I mean. It’s why you’re up late. It’s why you get home late. Why your always working on something or another. It’s why when your having a really good time somewhere, a party, a concert, anything, you get that gleam in your eye, because you saw the muse and the only thing you can think of is leaving. Leaving for the thrill of the chase. Leaving so you can go home or back to the office or to whatever hole you crawl into so that you can enjoy the coupling. The creation.
But it’s also why sometimes you’re lazier than a sack. She’s exhaustive too, you know, and the need to recover from your encounters is something not to be taken lightly. Rest up while you can. It always seems that your in the middle of the chase before you even realize it. At least that’s how it happens for me but I’m just a cog and this is my blog.
