Writer’s Dilemma

The blank page infuriates, frustrates and fills the writer with futility with his lackadaisical attitude.  He just sits there; starkly white, empty, gawking with a vacant expression, offering no help to the hapless writer.  His friend and lover is the elusive muse. She flits in and out, off and on to the page, leaving transitory and flighty thoughts for you, the writer to sort and craft. Like the surge of adrenaline that pumps through the veins at the top of the rollercoaster; that moment just before the cars plummet over the highest mount, her love is fleetingly intoxicating and keeps you coming back for more and more.

Strange bedfellows, these two present a great dichotomy. The page, in all his emptiness, is hungry to be filled.  The muse must dance to survive.  He must be fed and she needs her venue.  His hunger makes him yawn and he screams for thoughts and dreams. His starving gasps result in mere gasps and cries of pain. He begs to be filled with the joy of words that bind and blend with him and with ink for words once penned. The muse anxiously runs to her lover to relieve him of his agony. She nourishes him and comforts him with thoughts, gestures and the words he so desperately needs. They come together in a ménage with the writer and together the three turn the nightmare into a dream; a thought, or a story, or a poem.