muses

[curgoth]

My muse is brooding and sulky.

I am only truly inspired to create Art (as opposed to art) when I'm in a bad mood. The same goes for poetry; I can only write Bad Goth Poetry.

I know I'm spending too much time angsting when my internal monologue starts to resemble my Bad Goth Poetry, or a descriptive piece of H.P. Lovecraft's writing.

I need two days, one to sit around and do absolutely nothing, and another to spend industriously restoring order to the apartment; it's more of a mess than I am comfortable with right now, and for those of you who've seen how I live, you can understand that that's saying something.

Until I get some time to crash, though, I just don't have the energy to to anything useful.

I might be able to get my two days over Christmas break, but it's going to be a close call... it may have to wait until February.

Comments

[night--watch.livejournal.com]

So write. You don't even have to read it ever again. Muses demand attention, you know, and even Bad Goth Poetry is better than self-censure and silence. Gods know I have enough brain-droppings lying in piles about my place.

And dude, take the time. I don't mind if you want to skip my party, if you need to conserve your energy. Your life is yours, and you must treat your time as precious.

Anyway, you probably knew I was going to say that. *grin* Take my ramblings for what they're worth, and no more.