Muse

I’ve Lost My Mojo Baby, Yeaaah

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I really hate January 1st. It’s the ultimate come down. You partied hard the night before, fuelled by booze, contagious enthusiasm and ever more ridiculous resolution promises. The night seemed alive, 2015 was going to be THE year. It’s your year, your time and your chance.

What a load of shit.

Woke up this morning, feeling more bloated and fatter than ever, with a raging hangover and more resolution promises I will break before the end of month. Stepped on the scales, didn’t I?

WHY, did I do that?

Now ELEVEN pounds heavier than I was in August.

Fuck January. Fuck my life.

January 1st – berroca in the morning 11am hangover starting to disappear, better make an effort – healthy yogurt and bagel for breakfast. By 1:45pm I’d eaten chocolate, hated myself for eating it so ate more to console myself.

F***ing January. I’ll start tomorrow!

Looked at the insanity DVD pile with enough hatred to send me straight back to the chocolate drawer for another round of “stuff my face and hate myself some more” I’ll start insanity tomorrow.

Looked at my beautiful treasured Mac laptop lain unused for the entire Christmas break. Not a word written, not a thought for my assignment nor my much in need of an edit WIP. Looked at it, hated on it. Then hated on myself for slacking. I’ll start tomorrow.

Looked at the calendar, only 3 more days off till I go back to work. And the awful realisation I’ve wasted my entire precious Christmas holiday doing sweet fuck all. Something I can’t abide – waste. Spent most of the first week off being ill with a stupid cold I couldn’t rid myself of for a month. Happy to say the last two days have seen it finally bite the dust. But still. I hated on myself some more for behaving like the thing I hate – a waster – sleep is for the weak!

So where did it go? When did I lose my mojo? It’s been gone at least a month. I have no motivation AT ALL. Not to exercise and lose the weight I need to, and not to pick up my technological pen and write.

How do you get motivated when you and your mojo are lost?

Maybe you should tell me tomorrow?!

Writespiration #9

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Who did they murder? Was the murderer male or female or something else? Was it justified? Was it evil and cruel? how did they commit murder? Why did they do it? Were they forced or was it free will? why do they need a friend? Are they in prison? are they going to prison? Are they being put to death?

 

As ever let me know if this inspired you.

Writespiration #8

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I have posted this picture once before. It’s a photo that when I found it, changed my life. I’m not sure¬†how to explain it. But, everyone has an inner image. A perfect self so to speak. An image of how you see yourself, or what you strive for. This is mine. This is how I would look if I could. I can’t because I cut all my hair off and don’t have the patience to grow it back, let alone have dreadlocks. But still. It’s more than that. This image – the whole image – represents me, on so many levels and in so many ways, I won’t bore you with. I could spend hours looking at this photo and I don’t really know why. It speaks to me, I need it. It’s also partly responsible for inspiring major aspects of my novel. It’s kind of a muse for me this picture. So I thought I would share it.

Do you have any particular muses? What are they? Pictures? People? Music? I would be interested to know what gives you inspiration.

Down to business –

Who is the girl in the photo? Where is she going? Where has the train come from? What is it carrying? Why is it carrying that contents? Why are there so many containers? Is the photo on Earth, or another planet? Why is she alone? What is she feeling? What is she doing? What secrets do the forests hold? Does the river the train is crossing hold any significance?

As ever, if this inspired you let me know, and don’t forget to tell me about your Muses.