Muse snuffing...

One thing I really hate is when a big idea arrives from your muse and sets your blood afire, keeps you up at night, and gets you ready to take on the world no matter what noise and garbage it throws at you. Actually, that's the part I love. The part I hate is the flip: After an hour, a day, a week or a month the idea suddenly stops sizzling - its newness ceases to beguile and it's once fierce claws retract from your psyche and it thuds to the floor like a bag of wet salt. Horrors! Nature's worst practical joke. How does anyone get anything done around here with that kind of dynamic swimming beneath the lilly pads.