Inspiration

I've been uninspired lately. Maybe it's just March. Maybe it's my busy schedule. Maybe I've just come down with the hum-drums. But I forget, that sometimes it's best not to wait for inspiration to write. Sometimes, it's best to write and inspiration will come. Why do I get inspired when writing about writing? Because I'm a self-titled writer. I'm a published poet, believe it or not, but at heart, I'm A Writer. Do I write a lot? Not much. Have I written anything worthwhile? Not many of us do. I identify with the world of the word smith. That is me. So, why is it so hard to write on a regular basis? I don't try hard enough. That's sad really. It's like an artist who just doesn't pick up her paint brush or sketch pad.

Back to the inspiration thing. I've been hit with inspiration before. Hit with it like a rhino smacking into a zebra. Full on force, t-boning me in the face. I even ripped off the side of a 12 pack carton to scribble out a poem once. I've gone into other worlds and created a picture of text for others to enjoy. But then there are times when there is this void of nothingness that engulfs my imagination. If it is left to fester too long, the void will swallow everything and there will be nothing left. Remember "The Never Ending Story" from the 80s? Yeah, like that.

I think that exercise helps. I believe that if I can stretch these muscles and punch out some type-set, then the imagination will grow back and with it, will come inspiration.