Between life and the muse wandering off, things creatively have been quiet. This morning however feels different. I don't mean that there is this sudden uncontrollable urge to put 5,000 words together, but... I think I hear the Muse tip-toeing back.
She creeps in on feet of gentle silence and pale fog. She waits in the calm peace of home. She whispers softly in the calm gaze of cats. Yes, she is definitely nearby.
I woke up this morning, stretched, winced and got up. Typical morning stuff. Not a thought of writing or anything like that in my mind. I made coffee, fed cats and did post-op exercises.So far so good. Then it hit... I wanted to go get Krispy Kreme donuts for all of us! WTF? Oh well, why not, right? It was fun dressing and quietly slipping out of the house whilst the troops slept. A short drive, no traffic and decent tunes on the radio. Fantastic. I end up getting a dozen donuts (okay I had a generous, weak moment) and headed home.
Funny the things that trigger creativity. Taylor Swift on the radio... followed by Nickleback. I dunno.. just sort of got me mentally relaxed I guess. A sense of peace as I snuck... well tried to sneak... back into the house. Husbands can smell donuts apparently even in a deep sleep.
I touched base with the household... a.k.a. informed the teenager of the donuts. Note to self: possible alarm clock message for teenager. Through all of this the whisper in the back of my mind strengthened to write. With second cup of coffee in hand I leaned against the front door frame and just looked at the misty silence that is rare on our street.
So, here I now sit, writing this post and smiling. Teenager is back in its den, husband has yet to re-stir himself and the cat has taken over the watching out the door, and I... I write this little thing. It's a start... again.
I dunno... I write these bits of things in the vague hope that they will help someone along their own writing journey, or more realistically because I want to write, even if it isn't my WIP.
