For those readers who aren't writers ( but be assured you're appreciated just as much), each of us has a personal muse. The best way to describe mine is she seems like a prodding influence at my elbow, constantly coming up with ideas and inspiration. I think my muse hates house work, laundry tasks and pesky garden bugs as much as I do. But unlike me, she isn't committed to engaging in any of them. My muse just disappears, and it's not a pleasant thing. I'm so dependent on her that there's a hollow feeling of loss when she's gone, even though I know it's a temporary thing.
So what do you do when your muse drops out?
- Minimize the tragedy. When the time is right she’ll be back.
- Stop staring at your computer and tormenting yourself.
- Go do something else. If you can't think of anything, you've more troubles than a missing muse. You might be missing out on life itself.
- Start observing and appreciating everything around you. Often, just doing this will ring writing inspiration. Ask any poet.
- Think about your interactions with families and friends, past, and present. Those are usually meaty material for writing.
I'll spare you the gory surgical details, but if you want to take a much closer look, there are YouTube videos on the actual procedure of cataract removal/Toric lens placement. It apparently will remedy my astigmatism.
I'd practically given up hope of writing this week, as two days after surgery my eye pupil was still too dilated to let me figure out the words! I should explain, my right eye is used for normal distance vision, my left for close up work, like knitting, reading or writing. It's been that way for 20 years since I had LASIK correction in my right eye, but nothing done to the left one. That's how much I hated wearing glasses! It's been very comfortable until this whole cataract problem arrived.
This morning I'm delighted to be seeing the words again, and most appreciative of my eyesight! It's as if my muse returned again too. Amazing how she manages to link these things together!
Still not absolutely normal, but this is wonderful.
Apparently while I was away a tremendous wind storm hit this area. But on arrival back home there was no damage to our home. It was just as welcoming as ever. Today, sunglasses on, whether rain or shine, I'm heading out to the garden with new eyes.