Inspiration

Ooph. I feel like the gratitude challenge list-makers really scraped the bottom of the barrel on this one. Not that I don’t like or appreciate inspiration, I do. But inspiration has a crappy sense of timing, is in no way dependable, and is an elusive beast. Thanks fairy godmother unicorn sprinkle, but the painting is already done, the short story written, the menu planned, the jewelry made, and I could have really used your help about three days ago coming up with solutions to 17 different problems. Where were you? Having Mai Tais on the beach with Henry Cavill somewhere, I’m sure. Jerkface.

Maybe you caught me in a bad moment, reader. Probably because inspiration left me high and dry and here I am having to pretend to appreciate it. It’ll probably appear when I wake up at 3am to feed the cats. I’ll have an idea for a novel, solutions to seven or eight of those problems, a melody to a song, a new cookie recipe. Then I’ll go to sleep and promptly forget all of it.

Go enjoy your tropical cocktail, you unreliable twiggit. I’ll muddle through.