On Inspiration

I find that inspiration comes at the most inopportune time. In the middle of the sermon at church. While showering. When I'm supposed to be taking notes during staff meetings. During that limbo between being awake and being asleep. It's crazy... but not really. After all, that's usually when my mind isn't racing with 1001 things I should be doing, wish I was doing, wish I wasn't doing, refuse to do, etc. Instead I'm just kinda there, and the thoughts start flowing freely.

The other time when inspiration comes on strong is when I'm down. Let my relationship be on the rocks, or my job working my nerves. Suddenly my muse goes into overdrive. I assume it's because, in the back of my mind, I know that creating makes me feel better. Even when all I'm creating is an outlet for the messed up emotions that I'm experiencing.

Since my inspiration works on its own terms, I've learned to keep a notepad (or my phone) with me at all times, and to never be so busy that I can't stop to scribble my thoughts. My memory isn't the greatest, and those little burst of creativity are the most fleeting thoughts of all. I have to grab them when I can, and hopefully, when I get to sit down and make something of them I can make something that everyone will enjoy.