Finding Inspiration in The Uninspired


Funny you’re the broken one but I’m the only one who needed saving
Cause when you never see the lights it’s hard to know which one of us is caving

Today’s post is a mish-mash of everything that is going on in my life. First off I’m completely uninspired lately. I’m tired too. I don’t want to write anything. And when I do, it’s plain old shit! There are stories that come to me in dribs and drabs. But nothing reaches out and gets me. No pictures, paintings, words, photos, songs, etc. inspire me. Even my novel resides in my brain, collecting dust. Fuck, I hate this drought!

I woke this morning already tired and wanted to go back to bed. After a shower, I did my hair and drank coffee. I looked at my face in the bathroom mirror and swear to you there were Gucci suitcases under my eyes. Roger Darling gave me hugs and kisses while I whined and bitched. I called him a fucker more than once. The man laughed and hugged me some more.

After letting my car warm up, I grabbed my purse and lunch and headed towards the door. The Wonder Schnauzers started barking in full force except for Heidi Jo. She was snuggled in a blanket on the recliner. How I wished I could stay with her.

“Drive safely honey, I love you,” Roger yelled over the obnoxious barking of the dogs.

“Love you too. Drive safely,”  I screamed back as I slammed the door.

We’ve been saying that to each other ever since my accident in September. Took an accident where I could have killed a boy to realize that life is precious.

As I traveled my usual route to work, the first notes of the song Stay by Rhianna began to emanate from my sound system. I’ve heard it so many times in the last few weeks. The lyrics tug at my heart. There’s a story in it somewhere. Just not sure what it is yet. Damn, I hope my muse comes back to me soon….

I thought about the conversation I had with my tattoo artist yesterday. We made plans to get my half sleeve started in mid April. I’m so excited. Of course I’ll write about it and take pictures too.

I have to get a plug in for Joey. He’s a genius. He has a new shop in Saline. Yes, my friends in Saline, MI there really is a tattoo shop!

Joey Singleton
Ethos Tattoo
203 Michigan Avenue
Suite 206
Saline, MI 48176

I did get to play with a baby this morning too, so life isn’t totally crappy. We chased each other up and down the hallway and made incoherent growling noises. It was super fun.

Time to finish up some work and then maybe a story will come to me. Something sexy? Perhaps. Romantic? We’ll see. Inspiring? Dammit, I hope so…

Hey! Where’s that baby? I have to teach him the F word.

22 thoughts on “Finding Inspiration in The Uninspired

  1. Good for you! It’s good to admit the occasional day without inspiration. Actually, you made a good post out of a bad day. I understand those.
    Hope you feel better.
    Go easy on the kid; teach him the “S” word first. Work him up.

  2. Oh my…being a big fan of yours, I wrongly assumed I would always be safe to visit your blog. But now you’ve gone and introduced the crazy that is Rihanna and I’ve been blind-sided. Ha…just kidding (a little) She is wack. But this isn’t about her. I just wanted to say how inspiring it is anytime a writer can transcend the complacency of lack of inspirations and use that exact complacency as inspiration. You are one of my favorite bloggers…keep it up!. ~Dennis (

    • My dear Dennis you humble me with your kind words. What sweetheart you are. You are quite the handsome one by the way. 😉

      I think Rhianna is a nit wit also. The lyrics are what get to me. I know there is a sad love story in that song. It will take me time to spring out of my silly blonde head.

      I don’t know what it is, but I seem to feel words and music more than most people. Must be the passionate, borderline bi-polar in me. Keep reading me hon. I promise to make it worth your while.

      Love, Renee

      • I am, as always, searching for more meaning. That is why I write what I write. I am pleased that your muse has returned…go ahead, inspire us. Something keeps drawing me back to you. Be well, and know that there and know that I am more than a fan. Keep writing.

      • I too search for meaning in everything. Sometimes I find it. Most times, I’m left still wanting to know more. Must be the curious child within me.
        I’m glad you come back to me, and I hope I leave you fulfilled. Please know that comments such as yours, are why I keep writing. xoxoxoxoxox

        Love, Renee

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