Mumbles… My Muse

Today’s word of the day is quintessential. The Encarta Dictionary defines it as “embodiment, the purest or most perfect example of something.” I have struggled with this word. I have thought of trying poems, but the thoughts of a perfect example of love, happiness or even pain are eluding me now. So I thought I would take a minute to ramble on… the perfect example of someone struggling for words with their muse taking a nap.

My muse sometimes takes the whole day off. The only things I have written today are a few thank you messages and a comment or two. And as usual those comments are on old posts as I am between two and three days behind again (so technically the word of the day is a few days old now). I was close to catching up this week, then the holiday happened and I lost most of that day. BUT as always I will get to your posts eventually.

My muse usually works best for me in the evening or night, but inspiration can strike anytime. I once got an idea for a poem from a package of gum. And then other times I can be focus on one thing (like the word quintessential) and have no words. But rambling on and on about nothing I can do. I however will not subject you to more words than necessary.

I will take my leave and see if any inspiration will strike over night… sometimes dreams, occasionally stray thoughts as I try to drift off, or the even more rare thoughts first thing when I wake up (although this is more of a half dream state really as I wake up slowly with the meds I take at night). Do you have a time of day when you are more inclined to have a creative mind? Or does the muse stick around all day for you? Have a good day/night everyone!


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – quintessential

*went to post this last night and had internet issues…. went to post it this morning had computer issues… this is the third attempt – I’ve got my fingers and toes crossed this time LOL

7 thoughts on “Mumbles… My Muse”

  1. Creativity has a mind of its own. I found myself scratching a poem on a scorecard at
    the ballpark recently. I have learned when I try to force things, they won’t happen.

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