The Missing of the Muses

That's precisely how I've felt for a while now. You and Perfection expressed it perfectly. It's in there but it feels stuck or dormant. That old spark won't flame. And yes the muse is MIA. Quite hard to find that inspiration now, it only comes in rare spurts.

And I am not one for forcing it. Sooo...

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Felt. The “spark” needed to turn into the flame needed for the creativity and passion to flow as it once did simply isn’t there, and there’s a bit of an uncomfortable void felt from that. I’m making myself adapt, but it’s not fun when that’s birthed the creative juices for so long.

I’m not on your plane I don’t think. I don’t “write” in the polished, organized, creative way a writer has, or should have, words are just how one does what I do here. I still feel like I get a bit what you’re saying. My heart and my mind and my soul are all still there, but the thread the words used to slide down to my fingers to paint the picture of what was in them is never more than tenuous now. More often there’s just empty space there, like a wide moat around the castle holding them hostage. Do you feel more erratic because of this? I don’t think I understood how much my disorganized rambling straightened the socks in my drawer until the drawer stuck shut. lol I just started focusing on doing things that feel good. Using my brain more pragmatically. Sometimes the joy gets big enough to jump the moat, even if it lands more awkwardly than usual. I wonder if it’s a time of life sorta thing or if there’s just something in the water. Wish ya all luck though on reuniting with your muses in a way you’re more comfortable with. From where I stand, they haven’t left you. You still leave lovely things in your wake. Maybe they’re just murmuring a bit quieter than you’re used to. 💕

My muse disappeared for ages, came back, and I was prolific, but she’s flitted off again, and like Magenta, I don’t like to force it.

Maybe you just need some time for yourself. The words will come when they’re ready.