My Inspiration Is Gone

Introduction

Last week I was on holiday in Alnwick and that directly inspired me to write six stories and they set me up to write other unrelated stories but I received inspiration and that made my words flow. One of those turned out to be an unexpected Vocal Top Story. Now I am back home, it is snowing and I am shattered. I can hardly think, let alone put together an idea and write.

What Happened to Inspiration?

My biggest inspirations come from chatting to people, we chat and then something happens and the words start to flow. Today however I have been so tired and worn down in mind and body that the inspiration is just not there. The devil inside me tells me no one wants me to write, but I know that the truth is different.

It is late at night and I have thought of a few things to mention. Alnwick is full of Antique Shops and Galleries and I picked up vinyl copies of Focus III for the Jethro Tull-like instrumental “House of The King” and a seven-inch single of “Lamplight” by David Essex. That and “Rock On” are two of the most out-there original singles that you will ever hear, shockingly good for someone I saw as just a bubble pop singer.

I will share videos for these three pieces in this post, just because I can.

I was considering writing a poem but my last post was a poem and the Top Story was a poem so I can’t do a poem, but I just need to write about not having inspiration.

But Seriously

I can honestly write about anything but today I have felt just so tired and worn out that I did not think that the words would come. They are doing now, and I hope tomorrow that I will be back to my normal self.

At the moment I feel that I have lots to do, but I don’t know what I need to do, though I know it will come to me.

Writing this is something I have to do, just to satisfy myself that I am still able to write.

A Weird Return

In the taxi coming from Newcastle Station I almost felt that I was in a foreign country. I had become so used to Alnwick and the people I met there (check out my stories on my profile) and wandering through the alleyways in the town centre and the castle and surrounds, that suddenly I felt dropped into a big city (though Newcastle is a very small city, stand at Grey’s Monument and everything you need is in walking distance).

I suppose you could analogise it to the difference between the shallow end and the deep end in a swimming pool.

When I got home I couldn't remember where the cups were kept, so it's probably no surprise I did not feel able to write, but I am glad to have picked it up in this rambling mindwander. I remembered the cup cupboard after bout five seconds but it was still a little disconcerting.

As Usual, I Went Off The Beaten Track So In Conclusion

Although I have written this with little inspiration I have managed to plack a few things out of the ether today and share three amazing pieces of music with you, the David Essex singles are still stunning in my opinion, you have to take a listen to all the music I have shared in this piece.

With that, I will wrap up my ramblings and hope I have given you a little entertainment.