Happy Frigg and Freya’s Day!
I have been thinking of late about how much I struggle writing. I never used to have this much problem doing it, but these days it is a major uphill struggle and I can only figure one reason. I don’t have muse anymore. I lack that person, real or imaginary to inspire my writing and it is becoming a real problem.
In many ways, my imagination has always personified itself into a form that I have called my muse This was contrasted by a personification of my internal editor. My muse was always female and my editor male. Just imaginary concepts to have a conversation with while I was writing. My muses have represented that which I found important at the time.
- In my early days, my writing was inspired by my boyhood imagination. My muse became a personification of that. A young teasing girl my own age who pushed me.
- Faith was my muse for most of my writing up until I left my faith five years ago. I did notice this struggle at that time as well.
- Only one time did my muse center around an actual person and Elpis the Dryad was a personification of the inspiration Miss Salty gave me. Miss Salty remains the only actual female that was also my muse. It is one of many reasons I still have a hard time shrugging her off my heart, she is truly unique to me. She was and sometimes remains and inspiration to my writing. Or at least who she presented herself to be to me was. Now the only inspiration she gives me is the occasional sad love poem.
This leaves me with a hole I have not truly filled back in and it makes me struggle writing. I am so scattered in my thoughts these days when I write. I need new creative focus and I will be damned if I can figure out what it will be. Something to set my imagination on fire so the digital ink burns as I tap the keys.
The Rabyd Skald – Wandering Soul, Bard, and Philosopher. The Grey Wayfarer.