Sometimes she deserts me. Now and then she awakens me in the early hours of the morn. At times she's my biggest obstacle and every so often she's my best friend. My muse. *sigh* What a fickle creature.
I have to admit, she does cooperate the majority of the time, but there are moments when I could literally (no pun intended) strangle her. How can the words flow out onto the keyboard as if I am a mere vassal serving her brilliant mind and then other times I have absolutely no idea where her thoughts wondered off to? What was she thinking? My 6 year-old could have written better than that.
On occasion, she surprises me. Believe me... those times are not only welcome, but treasured. The other day while riding and writing on public transportation, *cringe*, I was deep into an emotional scene between my hero and heroine. Verbal swords were drawn like daggers and disparaging words were thrown like stones. "Last stop" is announced over the speaker just as I clicked off the Alphasmart. Perfect timing.
Bypassing the herding cattle, I show my ticket to the poor agent enclosed in the metal box and climb the stairs to my car. All of a sudden, I take a mental step back? What is the matter with me? My heart is racing a mile a minute. My blood is pounding. In fact, it's boiling. I was cognizant of the fact that I'm actually angry... for no reason.
PMS? Not quite! The muse not only kicked into gear, but she was in overdrive! Almost as if I was an actor immersing myself into a role, my characters came to life within me. Needless to say, Liadain and Declan's sparring match impacted my mood. After a few calming breaths and laughing at the depths of my creativity, I only pray she decides to grace me with such gifts again.
Tell me. Has your muse ever influenced your life?
PMS? Not quite! The muse not only kicked into gear, but she was in overdrive! Almost as if I was an actor immersing myself into a role, my characters came to life within me. Needless to say, Liadain and Declan's sparring match impacted my mood. After a few calming breaths and laughing at the depths of my creativity, I only pray she decides to grace me with such gifts again.
Tell me. Has your muse ever influenced your life?
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How perfectly timed your question is, Victoria. I have been writing and deleting this one scene for hours, maybe days as I've lost all concept of time trying to find the right words. Maybe you could send your muse over to tweak my muse for a while. How can one little tiny scene make me so nuts? Maybe crazed? Every time I think it is about to burst outta me, it leaves me hanging. I've learned when my muse stops talking to me, something is wrong with my thoughts or direction I am going...but, I want it to go here. Why fight it, I know who is going to win.... ;)
ReplyDeletePaisley, our muses are stubborn. My CP lectures me all of the time. I find if I step away for a day or two, the muse kicks back in and even fixes my prior screw ups.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure yours will kick-in. When all else fails, try chocolate! ;-)
Mine seems more absent than present lately. And I have the curse, I mean blessing, to carry her name around with me every day! :)
ReplyDeleteMichelle, I guess you would have to carry yours around. Hopefully she returns soon. :-)
ReplyDeleteAh...the wicked little muse. She makes me drive past my exit, causes me to forget to put the clothes in the washer full of water sloshing in the laundry room, and last but not least...she sometimes forces me to "zone-out" in the midst of a conversation with family. I keep trying to tell them...SHE'S the problem - not me!
ReplyDeleteThat's right, Maeve! She's the one that's going to get us committed.
ReplyDeleteI keep a notebook in the drawer of my nightstand for those "middle of the night" taps on my shoulder. And it's usually at the worst times, like when I'm expecting a houseful of people for dinner, that I find myself running into the computer every few seconds. And I wouldn't want it any other way.
ReplyDeleteYou know, I'm still not sure if I have a muse or if I'm so dysfunctional that no self respecting muse can tolerate me :)
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