(or I Never Meta Muse I Didn’t Like)
Nothing inspires you more than a deadline, but not a self-imposed, arbitrary, it-doesn’t-really-matter kind of deadline. It doesn’t really count unless there are some consequences. You don’t spend all night cramming if you can take the test next Tuesday. That progress report would be a blank page if your boss was not standing over your shoulder checking her watch.
“A deadline is negative inspiration. Still, it’s better than no inspiration at all.” – Rita Mae Brown
When you self-publish or blog, no one cares if you miss a few days (or weeks). Sure, some of your followers may wonder whatever happened to you, but they are busy people with more to do than think about you.
So why bother at all? Why should you pour your heart, make a bloody fool of yourself, and waste your precious time? You do it because you love it, and loving something (or someone) is the best inspiration there is.
“They are all of one mind, their hearts are set upon song and their spirit is free from care. He is happy whom the Muses love. For though a man has sorrow and grief in his soul, yet when the servant of the Muses sings, at once he forgets his dark thoughts and remembers not his troubles. Such is the holy gift of the Muses to men.” – Hesiod
Also, if you can’t think of anything to write about, you can always write about how you can’t think of anything to write about.
If you haven’t already, go and checkout this week’s story on Unlikely Realm (ôΣ)