My muse and I were working in harmony just a couple of months ago. Poetry was flowing through my fingertips, story ideas were flooding my brain, and I was making progress toward my writing goals. She threw inspiration in my direction weekly. She smothered me with emotion. But like me, my muse has ADHD. Something caught her eye on aisle 8–the crafting section of my brain. She turned left down the aisle of glitter and glue. I followed her quickly, hoping to drag her back to aisles 7 and 9, but she dodged me and made a sharp right down the aisle of craft paper and paint. I urged her to get back to aisle 7 where Webster and Roget were busy duking it out; if not, would she please follow me to aisle 9 where Emily and Sylvia discussed poetic death. She stomped her little slipper shod foot in defiance and turned away. To please my muse, I followed her down the aisle of stamps and ink.
So instead of my creativity expressing itself through language it has taken a turn toward crafting and DIY projects. Today I made this lovely hot plate for my coffee themed kitchen. It was so cheap to make! I’m thinking that all the ladies in my family will be getting one for Christmas, themed to match their kitchens.
This evening I made a lovely candle holder. Well, I decoupaged a cheap clear glass one from Michael’s ($0.97). I could fill it with scented candle wax to give as a gift.
Yesterday I made a cute little tin for my gum. I buy my gum in the large bag, so it’s nice to have a clean place to keep it rather than in my purse pocket. I came across a recipe for homemade lip balm and perfume rub that I could put in the tins as well. I’m thinking that would make a great birthday gift for the lovely ladies in my life. I’ve also made several magnets from bottle caps with images in the center.
Aside from the few little items I’ve already made, I have several larger projects planned out. I will be giving two old end tables a makeover as my new nightstands. I have an old steamer trunk that will become a coffee table, three vintage suitcases that will become a chair made from and two tables.
Though my muse has led me astray, she IS keeping me productive and creative–which is the sole purpose of a muse after all.
It is a quarter to four in the morning and I am energized and sleepless. My body undergoes strange adjustments when I quit smoking and insomnia, scattered thoughts, and cravings are just a few of them. I have spent the wee hours of the morning researching repair techniques for an old steamer trunk that I purchased today–I mean yesterday–at the thrift store, gathering some project materials, and brainstorming story ideas. Then I heard a faint chirping noise about 20 minutes ago. I opened the basement window to better hear it. The early bird sings and suddenly the insomnia has become the better part of my terrible nicotine-free oddities. As the time passes, cars zoom in the far distance, the coal train whistle blows, and the bird falls silent. The sounds of a new day dawn.
We spent four fabulous nights and five beautiful days communing with nature…or rather playing in nature. We camped next to the Eagle River in Colorado where the old Central Railroad used to run. I spent several hours following along these tracks, but the real beauty and excitement happened only when I ventured off the tracks. I witnessed a hawk diving down to the tall grass to snatch his afternoon meal, I saw two blue jays perform an aerial love dance, and I saw a comical racoon playing with “cat and mouse” with a squirrel. And all I had on hand was a cell phone with a dying battery, a backpack with a notebook and my lunch, and a first aid kit. Of all the things I remembered to grab just before we left the house, why oh why wasn’t my camera one of them? Always remember that taking pictures and uploading them to Facebook will drain your battery faster than you realize.
Having finished my semester successfully and finally graduating from Pike’s Peak Community College with my AA, I had planned on being highly productive in my writing and beginning my summer reading before my first semester at UCCS begins. However, I have been rather lazy instead. I’ve spent the past three weeks lazing around the house with my loving husband and kids and occasionally heading out to the lake with the family and the pups or going out to quaint Old Colorado City to visit the shops and eat great food.
While spending my days in such a manner is not wasted time, I am beginning to feel as if I am running out of time. I still have so many projects to finish, books to read, and writing to get done. We are heading out to the mountains tomorrow for a four day camping trip. I plan on taking lots of inspiring photos and perhaps writing a few poems. I’m also taking my plant press to preserve some wildflowers for a future project. I see Mod Podge and canvas in my near future. This precious time with the family has reminded me to slow down, relax, and enjoy the people I love most. My kids are growing up fast and these days are fewer and fewer now that they are 13 and 15. Time is running out, but not for projects, reading, and writing; quality time with my children is running out. My eldest will be headed to college in three years, and my son is at the age where spending time with family is a chore. Capturing these precious moments now is more valuable than any other thing I could do with my time.