What sort of indiosyncratic demands does your muse make, before it will open up your creative floodgates?
My hair must be pulled up tight in a bun atop my head (what WOULD I do if I cut it short??). A robust caffeinated drink must be flowing through my passageways. All my materials must be nearby. I must have at least a 5hr block of time. Earplugs might be resorted to, even in a silent room. I MUST work in a vacuum. A humble prayerful sigh must be sent to the muse, as I am entirely at her mercy, it seems. (Elizabeth Gilbert might disagree.) And I must be wearing verrry tight spandex clothes from decollete to ankles. A blanket is nice. Time. The plate glass time window is most important. And absolutely no interruptions can threaten to peek in on my intellectual nakedness. Partial nudity means partial brilliance.
Hmmm... I like to think of this as a conversation with Anais. I feel like it's a conversation she must have shared with many a neurotic artiste.
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I am picturing you as a ballerina with a laptop.
ReplyDeleteI must be dead and it must be my ghost who is finally doing all she wanted to do in this lifetime.
ReplyDeleteI love your list and picturing you working. Anais agrees.
Thanks for making my morning!
ReplyDeleteI'll try hard not to distract you. :) Though... it is always tempting...