The thing about inspiration is it’s only as good as how far you can carry it. After all, we can only balance so much. The mundane tasks of everydayness often take up both hands.
In her book, Big Magic, Elizabeth Gilbert talked about inspiration as a living thing, that moved on if it wasn’t nurtured in our care. What she had to say as a professional writer resonated with me, and made me feel a bit better. Careless with inspiration, but at least not the only one.
As a full-time working, single mom, my second novel kind of bit the dust. But I’m nothing if not resourcesful, and optimistic too. Instead of trying to twist it into some kind of tome, I’m going to use what I have and craft a short story. I’m also hoping that by doing this, the inspiration my be wooed back, and stick around for the long haul required of a novel. I know if that does happen, that the success or failure of the project will depend on me; on my dedication, devotion and prioritizing.
Either way it will be fine. The inspiration will be freed; to move on, or to take up residence in the pages of my creation.
Inspiration comes my darling friends, but how long it stays with us depends entirely upon how long we are able to carry it.
One in a while we have to reassess what’s weighing us down in favour of what lifts us up.