I would like to say, "The muses choose when to come, and to whom, and they have chosen me."
I have to say, "The muses don't care jack shit about me and don't do anything but sing airily in the heavens, anyway."
The muses are personages created by the ancient Greeks, nothing more, because miraculous as it seems, creating artwork is not overseen by some supernatural force that comes and goes on a whim. Beauty is more accessible than that.
The thing about inspiration, see, is that it isn't divine at all - the best is the truest and the most human, and that is all there is to it. Know what you want to say, find a how and a why and a for whom, and say it. As clearly and honestly as possible. After all, what is closest to your heart will touch others' hearts that much stronger.
Words written yesterday: 576. Total words: 5,662. Words left: 44,338. Days left: 46.
Words per day to finish on time: 964.
Progress clip: "Unhand me!" the giant boomed. In Rhea’s eyes, his
voice made specks of ash vibrate across the ground.
((read Sun Road here))
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