There’s a super simple way to get creative even when you lack inspiration.
Don’t look for it in the first place.
Inspiration is fleeting and fickle and, quite frankly, useless.
The muse is a lace-wrapped stripper who will only leave you blue-balled, waltzing in with her flashy ideas and power-hungry hips, whispering of screaming fans and glory-soaked riches.
Write down her words when they come but never waste your day waiting for her — for she is with another man.
Palaces are built by people wearing work boots.
Making art is often back-breaking work — just ask Michaelangelo. And it’s always hard graft.
Why settle for the flitting fantasy of the muse, when you can marry the miserably frigid matron of creative work and suffer for life instead.