Good Intentions

November 27th, 2010

This is a photo taken by a friend several years ago┬áin Rome. She thought it was the perfect image of a Muse and sent me a copy that I keep in my current journal. I’m afraid, though, that most of the time I don’t even give the Muse time to get to work. This morning I woke up with every intention of writing and working on the January issue of the magazine that is my day job. But first I had to get a massage, pick up a coffee, go to the grocery for dishwasher soap, stop by the outdoor outfitter to try on down jackets, go to the dry cleaner, load the dishwasher and then turn the house inside out looking for the manual when I got an Error message, empty the recycling and consider starting to spray paint a little altar I’m thinking of making. If the Muse tried to give me a call, the line was busy most of the day. I know that I’m supposed to ignore all of these incidentals and just sit down to write, but for me that is impossible. First I have to clear the clutter in my brain, putter pointlessly and worry endlessly about what I’m not doing. I’ve come to accept that this is just my unwriting ritual, and I might as well accept that’s how I make my halting way to actual work. But this is one of those days I wish I could hear the whoosh of wings and the flutter of an idea drifting my way.

4 Responses to “Good Intentions”

  1. I haven’t made any real art in months. *Sigh*

  2. –but my closets are organized, my house is clean and decluttered and on the way to being decorated for the holidays. I’ve had lots of time with friends the last three weeks. Must focus on the good stuff.

  3. Phyllis says:

    The list of all the things you had to do – get a massage, pick up some coffee, check this, do that – gives me the picture of somebody who is living a ptetty full and independently wonderful life. Am I right?

  4. nikki says:

    yes, and I’m so lucky to be able to have all these annoyances in my life!

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