When The Inspiration Deserts You

When Writing Inspiration Deserts You

I’ll let you into a very personal secret.

When I’m not busily writing, which of course means staring out the window with a blank look on my face, I actually have a list of everyday chores that I have the possibility to tick off upon completion.

While none of these tasks carry a mandatory tag, well other than shopping for beer, peanuts and other basic life necessities, there are some that somehow get lost at the bottom of the list. Not being the best time manager in the world, I don’t have a priority system, but I do tend to apply a rather obscure measure against my writing inspiration level. The lower my inspiration, the lower on the list I look. A bit like a punishment scale.

With this measure, today must have been an extremely low inspiration day, as I ventured to the very bottom of the list of chores and found one particularly nasty item that has been threatening me for months. I know I could have pretended to be inspired once I saw it, but I thought well, let’s be brave here. I was as ready as I could be to face up to the monster.

The dirty oven.

My decision had been made. This grubby little oven was going to be dealt with immediately. So out with the oven cleaner spray and off I went lathering the oven with a thick coat of white foam. Then read the instructions and was extremely pleased to see that I had to leave the foam to do its work for a couple of hours. Plenty of time in which my inspiration could return and I could ignore the beast.

Sadly no. Two hours later I was still as uninspired, so started to wipe off the layers of foam and of course the offending baked on grime. Unfortunately, though, this miracle white foam was not so miraculous after all. Once I had removed it all, I couldn’t help but notice that the post-foam-applied grubby oven almost exactly resembled the state of the pre-foam-applied grubby oven.

Oven cleaning product now jettisoned to the bin in disgust and extreme disappointment.

I did have the thought that just maybe the white foam had softened the muck inside the oven, so I gave the oven the once over with a scouring pad. You guessed right.

So as I write this post, now fully re-inspired after three hours of scraping, scratching, swearing and now suffering the after effects of being on my old bended knees for far too long, I can at least be comforted by the fact that this item is off the list. But not by the state of my scaly hands and aching back.

So what’s my next dreaded item at the bottom of my list now?

No way!! I’m not cleaning windows!

5 thoughts on “When The Inspiration Deserts You”

  1. Hi Derek, my system is completely the opposite of yours. I like nothing more than to spend my day writing, living in my imaginary world, and yes, staring into space. Unfortunately, life intrudes, and chores pile up. When the list gets long enough, I have to take drastic action, and lock my laptop away. Then I force myself to do everything on the list before I’m allowed to write again, and it’s pure torture. But it’s a good reward system, and gets the chores done.

  2. Housework – what’s that? I remember, that’s what others do while you write. When spring finally arrives, maybe I’ll do some – maybe. Meanwhile, I’ll put up with the clean track across the beer soaked, cigarette ash impregnated, tobacco strewn carpet, here to my chair. LOL ;)

  3. My system is frighteningly similar to yours, Jack. After flailing about, moaning, groaning, and wallowing on the floor amongst the food crumbs, cigarette ashes and dust I will pull myself out of the cave and attack a chore or two in hopes of luring the Muse. She’s a fickle cow, isn’t she?

  4. I really like your system Derek. You say “The lower my inspiration, the lower on the list I look. A bit like a punishment scale.” This is a fine way of getting you inspired pretty quick,huh?

    For me most times I turn to music, it always inspires. Your system seems to be very beneficial. Hope you don’t mind because, I will start implementing it now. Thanks for the inspiration.

  5. Louise Sorensen

    I enjoy being in the worlds in my head.
    If I could, I would write every moment of the day and never come up for air. Never.
    So my method of writing and carrying on with every day details like shovelling a path to the TV, is triage.
    I tackle that which is screaming loudest to be done.
    I even record these mighty needs and deeds on a list.
    Checking off an item feels to me like marking its name on a tombstone.
    I always hope for finality, but so many jobs come back. Zombies. Pfft.
    My muse is a fickle bitch. I think she’s seeing someone else.
    Maybe one of you. O.O

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