Mars, you say? Am I going there? Or was I there with President Obama? Or, am I coming back after hitchhiking around?
Naw, nothing like that. I’m still on Earth, though there was a time when I thought it was possible I might be on Mars by this time, kicking back at a hotel, checking out the red sands that lay just outside the pressurized dome.
We are not that fortunate, however. My imagination found a way to leap way beyond what reality could dish up, which is a shame since my imagination is pretty cool. For the most part, that is: just as long as we stay away from the dark stuff, we’ll all be fine.
After a week of writing, my Muse Story is just over seven thousand words, with three chapters finished as first drafts. I was worried that I was going to be too tired to work on the story last night, but once I got into the chapter, things proceeded quickly, and eleven hundred words later I was through with Chapter Three.
Tonight started Chapter Four, which I’ve labeled, “Muse Comes to Hell Town”. Sounds like it should be interesting, right? We’ll see. I think this is where I start getting into the strange and sexy, because one of the scenes will definitely show my Muse isn’t a sweet little thing. Should actually be fun to write, because of the sort of Muse she is, and what sort of inspiration she brings for her “charges”, as the Muse Sisters call them.
Last night I was thinking about what it means to be creative, because the story makes me think these things. After I was finished writing I watched David Bowie’s The Glass Spider Concert, because it had been some time since I’d seen it, and when it comes to creativity, you don’t do much better than Bowie. The things he was doing in that show, back in 1987, are taken for granted these days; back then they were likely considered somewhat insane. But that’s what creativity does: it imagines what could be, and strives to make them real.
There are some people who can’t be defined, who need to keep doing things that expand horizons, that make you wonder, “What the hell were they thinking when they came up with this?” Right off the bat, I will say I’m not in this group; not yet. I would love to be someone who makes people wonder, who does things that won’t be seen as “normal” at the time they are unveiled, but in a few years people will look back and say, “That’s some forward thinking shit, that is.”
To be like a David Bowie, who has shown he can thing around corners when necessary, is something I strive to become. It probably won’t happen—I’ll likely remain a person who tells tales and little else—but this gives us a goal to reach and conquer.
Remember, if you intend to spend your Life on Mars, there is no shame if you crash and burn half way there—
The real failure is never lifting off in the first place.