The Muse walked out on me today -- a year after starting the newsletter.
We’re still cool. We’re just on a break.
She claims I haven’t been good to her. Meanwhile, I know she’s been holding out on me over the past few months. She most definitely had more to offer than she’s been giving, and I called her on it.
So, she walked. I asked if she was coming back. She waved her hand over head in that 'Bye, Felicia' way she does and said, “We'll see.”
This means, I started this week’s newsletter without a fragment of an idea of what to write about. My brain was completely empty — a room without a single light on. I grabbed some breakfast at the local joint, read some news, biked home, picked up a book and spent about four hours glued to the couch with nothing but a few flipped pages and a nap to show for it.
That’s when I decided to cheat on The Muse. I walked over to my laptop, still not having the foggiest idea what I would write about, and I popped the following into my friendly neighborhood search engine:
"How to find the inspiration to write”
There, it was done. I knew that, if my dalliance with the Web didn’t tick her off, nothing would get her to see the error of her ways and come back home.
That’s right, lady, get on over here or I’ll walk off with my search query!
Who needs a stuffy old Muse when I have the Internet? I don’t need you to inspire me to go for a walk or get lost in conversations with people or listen to music or any of the 31
ways you’d otherwise help me find the seed of an idea.
See, I have the internet now, and we’re going to be just … wait a minute …
Oh, you’re back.
Yeah, we need to talk.
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