a muse

Another big gap since my last post, haven't written much anywhere now I think about it, not had much to say. Well, that's not strictly true, I've had lots to say but the words have eluded me, grandiloquence and the enjoyment I have playing with it was replaced with monosyllabic rants and zero desire to share that kinda shit. It was a tough time but life goes on.

Life goes on and sometimes it lifts you to your feet and slaps your face awake as expediently as it hoiks you to the ground in the first place and if your very, very lucky, like myself (natch), it does it in the most wonderful way.

A muse is supposed to be a source of divine inspiration for the arts, originally from Greek mythology but in recent times it's more often applied to an individual, usually some sort of ethereal being realised in human form. I think a muse is a little more down to earth than that, real and human but with every single one of the qualities the myths foretell and with all of the inspiration they promise, they walk among us, I know because I met one who is all of the above and more. How else can I explain my sudden creative proliferation, my rekindled desire for verbosity, the evidence of which wrote here (and here, with a typically empty pledge of more to come) and a far, far rosier view on my once monochrome world. s'prolly why I'm doing bigger jumps and longer wheelies on my bike too.