My muse is depressed and I don’t know how to cheer her up.

This is definitely one of those phases where it feels like any work I do, is simply my body going through the motions of putting out work. It feels mundane. I remember the shit jobs I used to work where I wake up, go into work, go through the motions of doing work and fight desperately not to look at the clock as it mocks me when the minute hand comes to a screeching halt.

It’s like being tasked with digging a ditch and constrained to silence. Sure, digging a ditch is no fun to begin with, not to say that my current project is like digging a ditch and it’s definitely not that my muse isn’t picking up the stupid shovel and helping me dig. But this would all go by so much faster and better if she would just start singing a song. This ditch, needs to be dug and it wouldn’t be so painful if there was a melody to get us through this.

With each stab into the earth, I look over and I see a sadness. A broken down beauty, with dirt on her face, tears in her eyes, silenced by the troubles that gagged her sultry voice. The dark clouds that blind her from any silver lining the light may try to shine through choke her spirit and here I am, looking at this gorgeous tragedy with helplessness hanging on to despair.