Thursday, April 15, 2010
Thanks, I Needed That
For the last few months, I’ve done the worst thing possible for a writer to do – I stopped writing. Worse, I stopped giving myself time to even contemplate writing. It’s been months of thinking there’s always tomorrow. Horror of all horrors, a couple of times I even procrastinated by cleaning.
My muse has always been a fickle bitch, but I did this to myself. She was there quite a number of times, poking me, prodding me, but there was always something else going on. I could list some of those things, but there would be no point. There was nothing bad, only time consuming, and this isn’t intended as a whine.
Apparently, my muse has had enough. Yesterday, the bitch whacked me upside the head and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I listened, I took notes, and lo and behold, I have an outline for another Cougar Challenge story.
I can’t wait to get started. Writing is so much more than a job, it’s a necessity. It’s more than what I do, it’s who I am. When I don’t write, very little in the real world makes me happy.
So thank you, Muse. I’ll stop calling you a bitch now, and I can stop being one! For the most part. Um, occasionally. Ok, maybe if and when the kids actually empty the dishwasher without being asked ten times.