An Offering to My Muse

I honestly cannot remember when I posted my last entry. My Muse must have felt neglected at minimum, and justifiably upset and angry at worst. It will be necessary for me to make amends to my Muse, because she plays a very important role in my life. She inspires me... moves me to write my thoughts or stories or an observation. More than that, She compels me to write. She is a very demanding mistress.

I wanted her to know that it wasn't for lack of something to write about. Yesterday, I remembered that a long time ago I saw a show on television or maybe read a short story about a time when heroes... people who wanted to save the world from itself, had to go underground. They were pursued by the powers that be and silenced when they were caught. About a man sent to find and silence a certain hero-in-the-making. Something about the sense that the best any of us can do is to hold things together, before mankind screws thing up irrevocably and completely. Also there is the story about Pompeii and the archaeological dig. I have wanted to sit down and write that one for a very long time. And the story of the nervous man on the bus who has a conversation with a seemingly very straightforward and ordinary man... their conversation. So I do have things to write about... things to say.

It would seem that my own life has become sufficiently messy to force me to bring it back under control. So the practical, pragmatic side of me has not permitted me to steal away time for something so "secondary" as posting to my blog.

As usual, as I sit here writing tonight, I am borrowing from my sleep time. But that other side of me... that part of me which coerces me into doing the things I enjoy doing at the expense of doing more "important" things... that side of me has momentarily seized control of my being.

I am reminded that I must at least acknowledge my Muse, even if it is only a pale apololgy... a poor offering at best. I have not forgotten that I am, among other things, a writer. When one has been given the ability to communicate ideas with value to the world, there is an implied obligation to develop and to use that gift to do some good in the world.

With this posting, let it be known that I am back. There will be more pieces to come very soon. I hope that my Muse will accept this offering. And I hope that you, my readers, will forgive me also for my recent absence. I have not forgotten my obligation to use my writing skills. I have just been a little overwhelmed, timewise, of late.

Kindest regards,

Howard Fireman