This post is not about a 5 week old baby, surprising as that might be. And where the heck is that muse?
I have been struggling for over a year now to get back into the blogging swing of things and I just can’t seem to find my muse anywhere. It’s been a little bit weird.
I’ve always fancied myself as a writer of sorts. I used to try to write stories or songs when I was wee lass but none of that stuff stuck. This blog, however, was the one thing I didn’t quit, the one hobby I have followed through with for close to 8 years now, and I’m becoming more and more disappointed that it seems to be slowly slipping away from me.
Something this pseudo hiatus has taught me is that I need to write and I know I got that from my dad, who is an author. Regular blogging helps me reign in all the random thoughts that are constantly spinning in circles in my mind making me dizzy, and it helps me gain focus for the rest of the day. Without my writing time I am derailing before I even get the train rolling in the morning.
I don’t know how I’m going to talk my muse into returning to me, partly because I am not all that good at talking people into things, but mostly because I don’t even know who or what my muse was or if I even had one to begin with.
So here I am trying to find my way back, muse or no muse. Maybe I’ll find a new groove or maybe I’ll accidentally drink poison that will turn me into an adorable tiny kitten.
Whatever happens, I’ll do my best to keep you posted.
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