The slap still stings, but it woke me up. Woke me up to the fact that I’ve been asleep for so long, I even lost my physical sleep. It was a strange sensation, this. No tiredness, no cobwebs, no wariness. There was elation, and there was joy. And there was hunger too. Too many ideas, too little time; too much to process at once. The muse I had abandoned years ago decided to pay me a visit again… with a big heavy club in tow.
There was no way for me to keep that all in. I smiled, and I thought, and the I tried to sleep… only to think and smile some more and repeat the circle yet again and again until the sun came up. The day came and went in a blur. The talks, the hopes, the ideas, all of it a jumble in my mind. And then a moment of sadness conquered me. I had been here before a handful of times and I had abandoned my muse EVERY time. But not this one. The chaos that is within me will submit. There will be order. Strength for slaying Death.
MELPOMENE — Greek Goddess Muse of Tragedy
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