Yada Yada Yoda

by good2begone


I have been feel creatively meh…

The imagination train has left the station and left me on the platform with a ticket stub to Nowheresville.

I was talking to my coffee cup about this very thing this evening.

And this was his reply-

“Happens to every guy, sometimes this does.”

I asked in reply,

“So…..what do I do about it?”

“Creativity is not obtainable by drinking from the head of a Jedi master…it is to be learned, it must.”

“I try to be creative, old green one, it just comes out as ‘see jane …see Jane run…’ And that just won’t cut it.”

He squints his ceramic eyes and answers in the only way he knows how.

“Clear your mind must be, if you are to find the creative that dwells within. To be writer is to face the truth, and choose. Give off light, or darkness. Be a candle or the night.”

I ponder on his wisdom for a few second then pick him up and take a large sip of coffee from where the top of his head should be.

I then place him on the table and turn him to face me, so I can give him a proper reply.

“If I clear my mind of the clutter that clouds my creativity….then my imagination will be set free? Wow! That’s pretty good stuff from a ceramic goblet!”

He smiles his Jedi smile and replies,

“Secret, shall I tell you? Grand Master of Jedi Order am I. Won this job in a raffle I did, think you? ‘How did you know, how did you know, Master Yoda?’ Master Yoda knows these things. His job it is. Ceramic goblet gig just to pay bills it is.”

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