Here I am in the office, finishing work on a Saturday that was due on Friday. Trying to stay focused on the job at hand while skimming the net, looking for my wanton inspiration. No matter how hard I race Creativity always seems to be mere inches beyond my grasp. And yet, by the end I'll have her pinned down just where I want her.

I hate the chase. Why can't she just succumb meekly to my whims? Why can't she just resignedly undress and allow me to dip my brushes how and where I may? Why can't she just divulge her many colors without my having to wrestle them from her?

But a weak and docile muse? Where would be the fun in that?

I'm listening to RadioIO Eclectic... It ALWAYS allows for great creativity. I can accomplish anything when the right music is playing. She knows this, my muse.

Playing right at this moment?

Girl I love You" by Massive Attack

... dark and hypnotic. Thank goodness it's not always like this at RadioIO... and followed soon after by "1979" by Smashing Pumpkins. Did you know I graduated high school in 1979. It was a very good year for me.