Currently, I am sitting in a hotel room in Krung Thep, the City of Angels. To the world it is Bangkok, Thailand. Krung Thep is a small part of the real name for this city of 6 Million people.
In my life, I have always been pulled into day dreams of distant lands, adventures, building things, designing houses and buildings, business ideas, and different stories. None of this amounted to anything in life. Just a lot of children’s dreams that came and went like fire flies shining brightly and disappearing back into the rushing darkness.
The ideas lit up my life and then blinked out again. Every once in awhile I could catch one, but eventually you had to let it go and head in for bed. Reality always makes you let your dreams fly away. Life is like that.
For the past few years, the stories in my head have been getting stronger. I read that science has shown brain cells are able to rebuild destroyed synapsis. That was wonderful to read. That means all of the Stroh’s beer I drank as a pup may not have crippled me for eternity. Of course, we won’t get into the loss of income, and wasted years that came from a love of beer! Still, all of that healing in my noodle may explain why I feel clear headed lately.
While I was working in Iraq, I would go for a run to burn off the stress. While I was running around the FOB (Forward Operating Base) I had several stories come to me. Hitting that zone while I ran the perimeter fence or around the flight line let me start up my own private cable channel. Different genre’s, different ideas, mostly fun stuff with some dark stuff.
So, here I am, studying Cisco networking, and writing in the evenings. Trying to get my muse to work around my school schedule. Unfortunately, like all of my relationships, we are on different paths in life.
I get up early, go to class and try to do a little writing at night. Unfortunately, my muse is keeping me up when I try to go to sleep. Here I am, after 2300 and she won’t let me rest. Story after story keep flowing through my imagination and I can’t rest. It is like trying to sleep with the TV on. Then she keeps changing the stations!
How do I meet these women? How do you schedule a muse? If history is any guide, this is going to end badly!