If you are a creative, you've heard the scream of the Muse. Not the simple whisper in your ear or tickle on your heart, but the full blown cry out to be recognized and used.
This morning she yelled in all of her fury.
Reminding me that while I've been spinning, strategizing and sipping, I haven't been creating.
There are blank pages that need to be filled.
Images yet to be captured.
Spaces on the bookshelves of people around the world where a combination of my thoughts and dead trees would make the perfect addition.
Too many thoughts and inklings and not enough creations.
The Muse screams and who am I to ignore her anymore.
I must create.
It is what I do.