I tried drawing a cartoon of me looking baffled, stuck between a lovable, plump angel sitting on a cloud above me, and a fierce, red devil below, reaching up with his pitch fork, but it ended up being a gray smear of erased pencil.
In my imagination the angel sang, “Be happy. You can do it,” to the melody of Pharrell Williams’ Happy …
The devil countered in a gravelly voice, “Go to the beach,” with the unmistakable melody of the Animal’s song House of the Rising Sun playing in the background.
As we hit mid-summer, I feel pulled in different directions. Do I feed my muse with sunshine, or coax her to put words on paper? My story bubbles in my head wanting out and I don’t want to lose those ideas, but there is more to my life than that. Much more.
When I write weather conditions melt away regardless of the season, but it’s not the heat that stalls me in July and August. It’s the fun. The fun of being with friends and family, the laughter of grandchildren, the chill of ocean waves on a hot day … the taste of ice-cream.
My muse is confused, but I’m happy. Very happy.
Hope you are too.
Featured Image from Pixabay.