EMBRACE YOUR MUSE
How many of us have a talent or two that we’re not using? Or maybe we’re using just a little of our creative abilities in some halfass way. I understand. I’m a recovering corporate warrior, myself. I know what it’s like to work for a paycheck and have too many places for it to go. I never had the luxury of pulling up stakes to follow a dream. It didn’t matter, what I could write, what I could drum, what I could draw, what I could speak. My life was sold by the hour to employers. Sometimes for more, sometimes for less, but always sold by the hour. Creative stuff happened when I could spare the time.
I look around and see the ruins of What Once Was. A drum set in various pieces. Rusted rims, missing parts. A vintage Chevy Impala that runs, and has had some repairs, but largely sits in the driveway. More rust. Slow decay.
And on my laptop, dozens of ideas and writing projects. Dormant. I ghost-write a few blogs for dollars and make a little side money, but a career in itself it ain’t. Not yet.
My financial situation…sober but not dire. I’m unemployed, and drawing meager benefits. Better than nothing. The lights will stay on. I won’t starve.
But is this where I saw myself, a few years ago? No. No, I didn’t see a lot of this coming.
There once was a time in my life where I wished for a crystal ball. Now, I’d be afraid to look into the damn thing. If somebody handed me one I’d probably hurl it away as hard as I could throw it.
No free previews. I, and my muse, got a helluva lot of work to do. We’ll find out soon where it leads.
Wish me luck.
