photo taken on train in southern Ontario...I don't mean inspiration for stories though I suppose that could be true. I mean when it is mean February and it is complicated to move about and your spirit is hanging very close to your spine not radiating out two feet from your body as it should. And you know you have lots to do but you'd rather pull the quilt over your head or read your P.D. James with a big bowl of popcorn with Parmesan on it or drift through old love letters wondering.
How do you dig down deep into that reserve of discipline, of motivation, of - dare I say it - pitter patter let's fly atter?
Today I have a busy day - clients, meetings, a get together with the friend who is going to do a close edit of True, lunch with my eldest and all followed by a meeting with fellow folk who write for the government. So, a bit of every part of my life. Oh and I have chores - late library books, banking and so on. So where in that should I be inspired?
I am taking a book of favourite poems with me that's what. Today I'm going to take Mary Oliver or Michael Ondaatje (hey, my two favourite poets have the initials MO!) and I'm going to read poetry when I have a few minutes between meetings. This will put me into the rhythm of the written word. It won't be too demanding because sometimes we just need to coax and magnetize NOT bludgeon our inspiration into being. You know that I am a great believer in the 'carrot and the stick' approach. Quite often we believe that the stick is the only tool to use. But sometimes we need to listen to that scared, cold, lonely kid inside and use the carrot or even a bit of chocolate.