MyMorningMuse is actually a misnomer, as much as I would like it not to be. I never get up early in the morning and am always running late, but I have fantasies about a version of me that gets up with the sunrise and makes coffee and sits down to write. I’m happy now if I blog a little bit during commercials for American Idol.

The title was actually inspired by a self-help guru I saw on PBS. I caught the show right before I was planning on making a self-help parody video on dating, so I had to watch to get my material right. My intent was to take notes and make fun of this dude talking about our divine creative force, but I ended up crying when he talked about the call we sometimes get in the early morning hours that is our muse waking us to create. And all this time I just thought I was hungover.

It is much harder to be really bitchy and terribly sensitive at the same time than you might think.

But while these seemingly contradictory qualities can make things rough, I’ve always held out hope that it is these same characteristics that can give me a writing voice. So, here I am, a late-twenty-something suffering from discontent in the working world, looking to get back to the fun, creative things I used to do.
I imagined since I was six that I would be a writer when I got older. I just didn’t know that in order to do that, you actually have to write. A lot. Regularly. I’m hoping to use this space to play, practice, purge. To become more disciplined. To face being really bad at something. To write.