Smack Dab OUT of Imagination by Dia Calhoun

     Last month, I described how to write a ransom note when your creative project has been kidnapped. This month, my imagination has not been kidnapped, but is sleeping in a deep cave.
    "Wake up!” I call. “ Spring is halfway through. The world is greening. This is no time to be sleeping! Come out and dance with me. Let’s make something beautiful.”
    Snoring rumbles from deep inside the cave.
    I call for reinforcements. Send in vats of coffee…the best, Peet’s Italian Roast, the beans freshly ground. Who could resist? The scent makes me swoon.
    Not a sound from the cave.
    "I don't have time for this!" I shout. "I have important projects waiting." Determined, I turn on a fire hose. A blast of cold water should do it. I flood the cave.
    Nothing.
    Exhausted by this effort, I curl beside the cave entrance and pull a coat over me. Maybe in sleep, I can speak to my imagination in the language it knows best. In dreams I have no control over what happens next. 
    Sometimes letting go is the best way to contact your imagination.