Inspiration and creativity are like cats. Very. Moody. Cats. Very seldom will both be with you at the same time, and if one does grace you with a visit, it is usually at odd hours and for a brief amount of time at which if you ignore it, it will leave very quickly and quite possibly be gone for a long time. But then again, give it your undivided attention and it still might be gone for a lone time. Either way, it will be gone. It’s all in what you do while it is still there.
Neither works well with deadlines, or keep regular hours. Most often, for me at least, inspiration strikes in the middle of the night. After an exhausting day. And I am tired. But I know the flash of genius, just like time, will wait for no man…uh, I mean woman. So, up and at ‘em. Write it down, draw a picture, whatever I have to do to retain the brilliance as long as possible I will do it. I even keep a note pad and pen on my nightstand, in case of these middle of the night scenarios. Though sometimes when I wake up to scribbles on my notepad, I can’t even read the writing…. I’ll have to come up with another way to capture the moment some other way. Oh well.
Now I am not really a ‘cat person’. I won’t go out of my way to own or offer to take care of a cat. But if a cat is there, and it’s not mean, I will pet it. I grew up around a lot of pets, some of them were cats. And I will say if given the choice, I would choose a cat over a bird any day.
I feel the grip of inspiration slowly slipping away, as I have ventured off topic. But one day it will be back… One day….
















