As I pondered over what I could delve into for this Writer Wednesday post, I aimlessly searched through quotes on Pinterest. Yes, I’m a shameless pinner of, well, way too many pins. (Pinterest could certainly be a whole other topic of interest.) I skimmed through writing quotes and this one made me sit up with a bit of a laugh. For some reason, it just made me visualize Jack London out in the middle of a wintry forest, club in hand, chasing after a figment of inspiration.
Can something really be designated as inspiration if a person has to club it? I feel as though, yes, one does have to go out into the world and investigate their surroundings in hopes the muses are kind and sprinkle in some inspiration but I don’t know if I could just grab inspiration out of thin air and create. I envy that kind of magical creation, if it does indeed exist.
Some days, I find inspiration in every place I look. My brain becomes a dumping ground of ideas, a gumball machine being filled with ideas for me to chew on or allow to grow stale with age. Most days, however, I run low on inspiration. It gets used up in my adult job or by others trying to find inspiration in their own life. Perhaps I should gift them a club or, at the very least, suggest they find their own club to beat up inspiration.
I need to focus this week on writing a few more chapters for my current WIP. Inspiration has been a bit low. Perhaps it’s time to break out the club. Should I work on my evil eye? Maybe I can intimidate inspiration first, before resulting to further measures. Fingers are crossed!