I pause my music and pull up the Compose page. I have bits and peices of creativity fluttering around my head, but after staring at a blank page for thirty minutes, I realize… I can’t capture them!

My mental butterfly net isn’t working. Every once in a while a quick, very creative sentence flies through my brain, only to mock me because I can’t catch it.

They’re like flies. I can’t catch them, I can’t put them to work, and I can’t make them stop! I step outside to take a walk in the bright sunlight, feeling it cook my skin, that’ll hurt in the morning. I try to find inspiration, but it only seems to come when I’m on my bike at my grandmother’s.

I’m not a charity case yet… oh, who am I kidding?

MUSES WANTED !