Holy hand grenades!!
Inspiration refers to an unconscious burst of creativity in a literary, musical, or other artistic endeavor. Literally, the word means "breathed upon" either by the gods (those crazy Greeks), God (those crazy Judeo-Christians), or the mystical winds (those crazy Romantic Era poets). Also, inspiration can also derive from meshing of ideas in one's mind (that crazy John Locke), the inner psyche of the artist (the most definitely crazy, coked-out Sigmund Freud) or an attunement to the universal archetypes of the collective consciousness (the equally coked-out but way cooler, but still crazy Carl Jung). But back to those crazy Greeks, inspiration also came in the form of muses; nine of them if I remember correctly, which I don't because my knowledge of Greek mythology stopped at the 5th grade level, and I didn't know much of it then, even though I thought I did. But here in the modern world, muses are everywhere. You either have to find one or, if you're ultra-lucky, one finds you.
Kinda sounds like the first paragraph narrative to the beginning of a story, doesn't it? I wish it was. I'd like to write next: I met her at coffee shop reading by the window. I took one of the many walks I took when I had no clue about what to do with my life.
Or: I met her at a bar all by herself. You never see a girl sitting at a bar all by herself especially on a Friday night. I didn't really want to go out that night, but I had run out of excuses to be anti-social this time. Besides, I was staring at my computer for four hours already, and all I had written was, "It was a dark and stormy night."
Or: I met her at my last AA meeting. It was either attend these boring meetings or go to jail for 10 days for repeated public intoxication violations.
Fact of the matter is, the inspiration bit was just gonna be a lead in to fact that, well, I need a muse. Ok, I don't need a muse but, one would be great right about now. But, such is my fate of late I gotta go without one. It's a burden . . . nah, a disadvantage that I have managed to live with. However, a crippled man without crutches can't crawl through life without cursing himself for too long.
Ok, I think I've written enough. I keep forgetting how the "woe-is-me" angle never really gives you the satisfaction you want. The first paragraph was pretty cool though, even though the first half was mostly Wiki haha!!
Gayness!! To be continued. And standby on that story guys. Gotta work shit out before I work on shit.
Kinda sounds like the first paragraph narrative to the beginning of a story, doesn't it? I wish it was. I'd like to write next: I met her at coffee shop reading by the window. I took one of the many walks I took when I had no clue about what to do with my life.
Or: I met her at a bar all by herself. You never see a girl sitting at a bar all by herself especially on a Friday night. I didn't really want to go out that night, but I had run out of excuses to be anti-social this time. Besides, I was staring at my computer for four hours already, and all I had written was, "It was a dark and stormy night."
Or: I met her at my last AA meeting. It was either attend these boring meetings or go to jail for 10 days for repeated public intoxication violations.
Fact of the matter is, the inspiration bit was just gonna be a lead in to fact that, well, I need a muse. Ok, I don't need a muse but, one would be great right about now. But, such is my fate of late I gotta go without one. It's a burden . . . nah, a disadvantage that I have managed to live with. However, a crippled man without crutches can't crawl through life without cursing himself for too long.
Ok, I think I've written enough. I keep forgetting how the "woe-is-me" angle never really gives you the satisfaction you want. The first paragraph was pretty cool though, even though the first half was mostly Wiki haha!!
Gayness!! To be continued. And standby on that story guys. Gotta work shit out before I work on shit.