This week's Sunday Scribblings prompt is inspiration.
Inspiration is a natural part of the creative equation. However powerful it is, its actual time on our creative clocks is minuscule and fleeting.
Work hard until inspiration decides to show up. I am convinced it is a busy creature, or perhaps a lazy one, who drops by only for minutes. We must enjoy our tea in the Sahara with it as richly as we can when it visits our tables; moments after staring longingly into its deep eyes, as we search for answers to our infinite questions, it will be off to the next thirsty artist on its never-ending list.
Inspiration's gift is like a surfer's dream wave. Train for it. Work on your art in preparation for it every day. Stand on the shoreline, your toes playing with warm sand between them, until you catch a glimpse of it on the horizon. Then sprint to grab your board and dive to meet it. Swim towards it, eyes and heart open. Catch its crest as you rise to standing. Ride it as long as you can, and as you approach the beach, get ready to drop your board as you arrive on land. Grab a pen and paper. Find a soft spot under a shading palm and scribble as fast as you can, recording the flow of ideas for abundant production later.
Inspiration doesn't make creating any easier. It is a catalyst, and it doesn't replace the required sweat. But if inspiration is too predisposed or popular to pay you a call, move ahead. After all, its appearance is as rare as an endangered burrowing parrot of Argentina, not as common as the feral pigeon of many urban centers.
Make friends with steady, consistent work in the meantime.