I don’t like to brag. I really don’t. The introvert part of me prefers to not be seen. I like being in the corner, the back row or in the shadows. I would like to say my Muse really sent out some ideas for me to find. I found them all. I completed my “notes glued in journal” project. I ended up with one and a half books filled to the brim with cut paper notes. It amazes me when I read some of the notes, as I tape them in. I don’t remember some of them. Sometimes I write fast, while im busy doing something else, and I guess I haven’t committed it to memory. It is like having the idea again, for the first time. I enjoy it just as much the second time. It is scary to think of a time when I had great ideas and inspiration, but I didn’t write it down. I am very careful to write things down now.
I thought I would have to dip my pen in water to cool it off. I enjoy the fire, when my Muse is working overtime. Last night at work, I was with other people, so I didn’t connect with my Muse and produced no notes. It happens, but I deal with it. The noise of conversation around me reacts to my introvert self and scrambles my thought process. That is why I crave my private time. Its late here, so I am going to wrap it up and go to sleep dreaming about that next great idea.