Monday, August 18, 2014
Waiting on The Bolt (Again)!
Just what is "The Bolt", one might ask. Is it some new superhero? A new "Monster"-style drink, chock full of caffeine goodness?
Some may know it by it's more common name. "The Muse".
My problem is, though, I hate calling it "The Muse".....it's just too....'Xanadu' for me, ya know?
Not that I didn't like the movie Xanadu or anything like that...I just don't want to put the picture of a roller skating, 1980s era, mythological movie creature out there when I'm trying to describe the creative process. And, invariably, when I mention a muse, I think of Olivia Newton John. Not that there's anything, AT ALL, wrong with thinking of the lovely songstress, I just don't want to distract anyone.....including myself.
No, I prefer to call the process of trying to be creative "The Bolt". You know, like lightning. Something that strikes quickly, out of the blue, and makes your hair stand on end. That twenty-one gigawatts that really gets the creative juices flowing.
Well, that's how I look at it.
Sometimes my wife will ask me what I'm doing when I'm reclining back in my desk chair with my eyes closed, hands on my head and feet propped up. I'll tell her that "I'm waiting for The Bolt".
The reason I even bring up the silly concept of The Bolt is because it struck me hard a few days ago. I'm not talking twenty-one gigawatts, even. More like one hundred and five gigawatts. What little hair I have on my head did stand up on end and my bloodshot eyes twinkled like a couple of fireflies.
I won't reveal the particulars here, but I gave a hint on my Twitter feed a couple of days ago.
Here's a hint....it has absolutely nothing to do with me trying to grow a beard. If it pans out, though, it could really give me a leg up with this years, NaNoWriMo!
Sticks a metal pole out the window, waiting for the next visit from The Bolt!