Sir_Nigel 10 #1 Posted September 3, 2014 When you’re facing the realisation that you’re lacking divine inspiration and you’re struggling to bring to mind a topic of the worthy kind, and you wonder what occurrence might inspire you to start to write. You may proclaim in a poncey way ‘O whither Muse shall I go today?’ There’s nothing in the daily news – no burning topic you could use to weigh up every view and then dispense your worldly acumen. Whatever could you do or say to make this problem go away? – wander o’er the ancient hills acclaiming frigging daffodils or hunt that hurried, scribbled note of a half-remembered anecdote. Or expand on the lady from Ealing who had a peculiar feeling! But you can’t even do a quick Haiku. Perhaps a syndrome might explain the tumbleweed inside your brain. Perhaps some childhood deprivation caused this lack of stimulation. A lack of zinc? or too much salt? It might be someone else’s fault. You idly entertain yourself with a smiley face on a dusty shelf, and wonder should you go outdoors avoiding certain pressing chores but will the chill autumnal day furnish something fresh to say or might a bright idea call whilst staring at the kitchen wall? For sometimes mellow, empty days encourage you to navel gaze. Then being such an idle scruff, you root around for navel fluff and wonder, if you saved enough - how big a cushion could you stuff? The technicalities you now find invade your jaded, barren mind. And that is all, suffice to say, there’s nothing going on today. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...