First rule of being a writer…find inspiration.
So where do we find this so-called inspiration? I find mine in life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. The imaginary monkey bars I climb throughout my day. The inside jokes that only I get. The dreams that lift me out of my bed and drive me to another world.
The point is you just find it. Wherever it may be.
So why am I having such a miserable time finding my inspiration? Oh, I found it, or rather it found me. The problem is I’ve been running from it all week.
But why would any writer run from the oxygen that breathes life into her work?
Because the truth is, inspiration can be a scary thing. Sometimes you find it in the despair, pain, and hopelessness that pokes its nasty head out from under the bed of life.
And let’s face it…life isn’t always love and rainbows.
My problem is I don’t want to wallow in the misery. I want the happy all day long. So I find I’m warring with myself these days. It’s an epic battle between my joie de vivre and my wretched reality, and I’m sorry to say it’s a toss-up as to who will win.
So what’s a girl to do?
If she’s me, she attempts to drown her sorrows in bags of Halloween candy and red wine. And she distracts herself with HGTV and housework. But even HGTV can only distract you for so long. And the candy will totally catch up to you after a few days…and one wicked candy coma later.
I guess I’m going to have to give in to the monster and let the sadness wash over me. The inspiration is powerful when you let it take you…and I’ve fought it off as long as I could.
So watch out…tread lightly…and check back for some dark fun in the next few days. Unless this is just a relapse of PMS, in which case I’ll be back to my happy go lucky self in no time.
Until the next time…I’ll be waiting up for the monster.