Because Creative Sprites don’t always come when one beckons
Today is Hump Day, Tax Day, Tea Party Day, Brooke’s Bday. Today is my Creative-Sprite-has-sprited-off-to-play-with-her-faerie-friends-and-I-am-very-cross-with-her-but-have-no-choice-but-to-wait-for-her-return-Day. So I am eating an ice cream sandwich on a very windy and cold deck, in an empty attempt to still my heart and encourage lovely ideas to grow.
I know that I rely on my Creative Sprite more often than I should. She is just a Fairie after all, and cannot be expected to be responsible like us Earth-bound folk who need her inspiration. Sometimes I think she flees just to prove to me that the creativity that I think only appears under the influence of great music and candlelight and the perfect blend of hot tea and honey and of course, Spritely faerie-dust – can actually show up even when it’s a sunny, distraction-filled day and Facebook seems way too fascinating to ignore and my list of allies grows thin.
I need to work hard for my inspiration every now and then. I need to cut and trim and pare and cry over bad sentences and poorly done graphics. I need to remember that every beautiful thing is created with a bit of pain in this crazy world and that creativity is not something I am owed, despite being really bad at Math. But you can come back anytime, Sprite. Really.