Tuesday, February 28, 2012
May the Muse Keep Screaming
I know the solution to this is to run a muck with a cement filled pipe.....errrrr. I mean separate myself from outside issues, lock myself indoors with The Muse and say fuck all to everything else. I honestly wish my brain was programed to do such. What I'm going to HAVE to do is this; face the issues, develop a solution. Cry,wail, kick, punch, or laugh at the result. Man up and face the shit storm. Once I've come to terms with whatever outcome develops, then I will hear the voice of my Muse sing true. The creative monsters of the universe; writers, actors, musicians and (insert creative form here) often find themselves going absolutely ape shit when the real world intrudes with it's demands. We tend to turn this anger and moodiness on those closest to us. Those special unicorn folks that honestly love us insane creator types. They face the abyss head on and sometimes poke it right in the freaking eye. Thank (insert whatever deity you wish) for that steel cord keeping us tethered in this universe. This too shall pass and I will again find myself reveling in the insanity of too much work, too many ideas and not enough time in the day to get it all done. Have you ever thought about all the brilliant creators, whose light went out too early be it their own hand or others? Find your steel cord and hang on to it with all your strength. Let them keep you grounded. Allow them to be your anchor in that storm going on inside your head. When the hurricane passes and you're still standing, don't forget to say thank you.