Donnie Lee Kaiman Novelist

Muse is a fickle thing. Coming and going by whims and wishes. A thing that can be stifled just as easily stoked. 

From the many forms of art, nature, and the human condition, a muse may blossom. 

A bud who’s sent is sweet and honey-tongued, but beware the thorns from a thing designed to lure you in.

Don’t let yourself be pulled in by flitting ideas that muddle your mind and your work. Do not let them go either. Capture them. Collect them. Let them crystallize and merge till they too are ready for tending.

Take all that you can from the world around you. Analysis and wonder on these thoughts, ideas, creative flashes… But be sure to not let them consume you, contort your morals or the basis of your beliefs and fundamentals. 

Learn from them. Grow from them. Only then can you teach from them. Preach from them. 

It takes a careful eye and sturdy heart to form the story locked inside.

But most of all, don’t let them die.

The death of an idea, a passion, a story is tragic and heartbreaking. A world without muses to muse upon is dim, dull, and distraught. We need a light. A distraction. An inspiration.

Tell your story. 

Wrap yourself in muse and wonder and whimsy. Don’t be afraid of the dark corner of the mind, turn them to the page, the canvas, the outlet that opens your mind and heart to the world. Bare it true and you will find strength and solace in your art and in turn. the art of another. A cycle worth repeating.

So take flight and release the muse within!