Martyrs and stained glass.
Such a tantalizing prompt! I really, really, really wanted to write something, but the words just would not come. And in addition to being at a loss for publish worthy prose this week, I struck out in the sewing room too. Yesterday, the bag design I sketched out in my mind failed to translate onto actual fabric, and I made-as my dad used to kid me back in high school when I’d sew something-little pieces out of big pieces.
Creativity frustrates me. Some days it comes easily, like Niagara Falls. And other days-well, it’s almost like I forgot to pay my water bill. I just wish I could tap into my creativity on demand, and never be at a loss for meaningful and productive inspiration. But then again, without those moments of creative angst followed by creative breakthrough perhaps victory wouldn’t seem quite so sweet. I don’t know.
I did dream about the prompt though, likening churches to cake-which made perfect sense in my dream but not so much when I woke up. And because of the prompt, I also remembered a couple of funny anecdotes from childhood about going to church-and in particular, reciting the words to prayers without really understanding what was being said. I thought wicked foe was wicked foam, and my younger sister couldn’t figure out why we should be “hardly sorry” for our sins (heartily sorry!)
I’m not too discouraged about creativity. This dry spell won’t last. Just like dry spells in the past have never lasted. In the meantime, I just got a new cookbook, and there are some cake recipes I’d like to try out. Angel food or devil’s food? I’m not sure yet. I’m waiting for inspiration.