Lacking Inspiration

A season of wet weather has arrived, yet I find myself quite dry inside. I assure you that this is not going to rhyme throughout, though I do fancy saucy wordplay from time to time. I find myself dry artistically, creatively, and that seems to infect all of me. There are so many incredible things happening out in the world right now, but I am drawing a blank inwardly. It’s frustrating being in this state while Christmas cheer infests every street I walk upon. There is music everywhere in the world, but I can’t find the song inside of me. There are colors and bright lights bringing sparkle to ordinary things, but the image in my mind’s eye is a white sheet like my imagination has been snowed in for the winter. I need some help. Please give me some spark, some words of inspiration, or a hit song of which I can possess all rights. Give me something. I’m like a Salvation Army coin collector right now. I’m holding out my bucket to muses. Please muse, throw me a bone.


  1. You have become such a beautiful man. When I need to find a happy place in my heart and want to laugh out loud until my stomach hurts I think of some of the funny times we shared. Your music feeds my soul and I would love to have your smiling face be the top on my xmas tree. So Dano waneo you bless many lives and a treasure to me.
    Tita Kath

  2. nala, you know you are one of my favies!!! We have had millions of talks going into the wee hours of the morning, and I think the bottom line is...Trust the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your path:) Love ya!!

  3. dane,
    find the imperfect and ugly things about life, about yourself. laugh at them, cause ultimately they are what makes us unique and laughable. walk the streets (or street, since you live in Lincoln.. i kid i kid...) observe the world. something will come. don't try to find creativity from within, thats when it alludes you most. if you keep you mind open and look at things in a new way, ideas kind of pop into your head... have patience and watch the world. see the art

  4. I am hesitant to even comment in the midst of your blizzard-like angst. I worry that even though you are open to mental pan handling you may be jealous of my good graces, but here goes...I was given a song today almost as if lightning struck my brain, and as I am extremely creative in this area, I figured what's one hit song pawned off to charity. It starts with a cowbell, quiet at first and then more urgent, gutteral if you will. Then enters the tuba, the obvious choice to fill up the low end, followed by a pre-pubescent male voice "where are we,what the hell is going on? The dust has only just begun to form crop circles in the carpet sinking feeling Mmmm whatcha say, Mmm that you only meant well? well of course you did Mmmm whatcha say, Mmmm that it's all for the best? of course it is Mmmm whatcha say? Mmmm that it's just what we need you decided this whatcha say? Mmmm what did she say?