Sunday, August 15, 2010

My Muse Still Eludes Me

I have been thinking a lot lately about my Muse. How she still eludes me. How nothing just seems to flow together or progress past a couple of lines. My characters have grown silent for the most part, both new and old.

One thing I've realized is that my Muse was most active when my Grandma was alive and living here with me. I think some how my Muse and my Grandma were connected. I think perhaps that when my Grandma passed away, in some fashion, my Muse died too. Or at least that form of my Muse.

I've been trying so hard to revive or awaken my Muse that was. But perhaps, it is best I let her lie and it is time to seek out a new Muse. My desire to write hasn't changed, but maybe my Muse has changed.

I've been under a great deal of stress, worry and fear. I know that all that has been, I'm sure, hindering my Muse from being heard in whatever form she might be. Or perhaps my Muse is no longer a female as I thought, but maybe I have a male Muse? Maybe it is time to let go of what was, and look to inspiration from what is and who is in my life. Perhaps my Muse is hiding in my Beloved and I've just been too blinded by everything else to see or hear it.

I once read that Muse was feminine for Inspiration. So what is masculine for Inspiration?