The “Deluge” girls and I meet every month. We are a coven of artists. The Muses hover near during our get togethers. The Muses whisper in our ears. They stoke the fires of inspiration as we talk about our art projects and plans.
The Muses terrify me. Although, when they call I want to go with them.
I tend to drag my feet at their prompts. The fear of failure is real. What if I screw up? What if I succeed? My mind ticks away with the “what if’s”.
So to avoid, I clean. I do the accounting. I go to the grocery store All the things I would normally put off — anything to duck away from the piercing, pointed glare of the Muses.
Then a funny thing happens when I’m busy doing the mundane. My mind starts percolating. It starts working ideas around. Coalescing my thoughts into projects.
The Muses are sneaky.
The inspiration can come in a flash. The bliss of “ah ha!” Mostly I get a partial view or a misty idea of what I want. After telling myself I have no time, or finish the last unfinished project! The urge to purge becomes unavoidable.
After the “Deluge” meeting I come home. The Muses are waiting for me.
I start sketching....