MIA Muse

I know you all think that my idea faucet is turned on full blast 24/7 and truthfully, I am blessed with free-flowing creativity a lot of the time. But peeps, I do have my moments where creative exhaustion reigns; conceptual droughts that provoke me to question the fibers of my artful prowess. This state, or lack thereof, should henceforth be known as the virtuosity void. And let me tell you, the virtuosity void ain’t fun. I mean, LadyLinoleum sans hook, needles, sketchbook, et al? Well, let’s just say this makes for a Less-Than-Lively-Lady of the Linoleum.

Now, the Linoleum-Less-Lively phase is cyclical. Sometimes is brought about by personal turmoil where my ability to focus on anything other than my current malaise is as improbable as it is impossible. Sometimes this phase occurs due to sheer happenstance. Nothing is more frustrating than feeling creatively bone dry for no apparent reason. Finally, Linoleum-Less-Lively can also set in after completing a particularly long project or series of projects, um, like now.

Yes my friends, I am spent. Preparing for Uncommon Threads while simultaneously churning out patterns for books and magazines has left me creativity calorie free. And you thought my ideas were scary before I stepped aboard flight platitude. I just wish you could see the tons of worthless junk floating about my cerebrum right now. Truly frightening. Just one peek at the idea detritus which currently plagues me would have you all bowing before alters of crocheted carnitas right snappy. I guarantee it!

This week (okay it’s only Thursday…Drama queen? Moi?) I began and frogged a gazillion projects. Sleep too has alluded me all week (yes, okay, Thursday, whatever) as I succumbed to memories of tragic daily attempts at rendering many an everyday object in yarn. If this weren’t enough, the ideas that have materialized in my addled brain are pretty darn dumb. Not clever/dumb either. Just damn dumb.

So, what’s a lowly, lacking, Lady of the Linoleum to do until the dam of ideas is released once again, bathing my cerebrum in a wash of images and icons, flights and fancies, particulars and peculiarities? Wait.

Wait while watching...

Wait while weathering…

Wait while contemplating…

For my muse is on holiday and mayhap will return soon. Until the time in which she appears I shall fill my moments with myriad activities leaving Linoleum-Less-Lacking. I'll drink wine, play chef, revisit my reading list, mingle with friends and bask in the brilliance that is my daughter’s mind, catch a flick with the hubby, take an evening walk, sit before the Pacific while jotting in my journal and be sure to laugh from the bottom of my soul...Oh, and hell, I may as well pattern test a few Monster Crochet Classics while I'm at it too! No reason why you all should suffer through my artistic enervation...

Sure, I'll miss MuseLinoleum while she's away, but I look forward to her return and the stories she's bound to have of her adventures. Yes, I'll definitely be taking notes...