It should be simple, right?
It’s time to buckle down and start earnestly working on new stuff.
Words just flowing from mind to page faster than the word processor can manage.
That’s the plan.
Some time (and a couple website face-lifts) ago, I spoke of my muse’s decidedly temperamental nature…
(I am, of course, being as diplomatic as possible…in case that finicky, selfish, agonizingly contradictory inkblot is currently reading over my shoulder.)
…and how I sometimes had to woo her with coffee, chocolate, and (sometimes undeserved) accolades of adoration and greatness.
Currently, she has me slogging through every old-to-ancient unfinished work she can direct me to locate. She allows me small changes to unimportant details. She even allows an additional sentence or two in the middle of the piece to clean up a scene. But when I get to the end of the draft…
Still, I try.
I have reached the point that I am emulating my real-life muse (may she rest in peace) and sit typing a tongue-twister buried in my brain from high school drama over and over again hoping the words will transform into something resembling a story.
Or the next part of a half-finished story.
Or anything at all, really, other than A quicker cup of coffee from a copper coffee pot.
Don’t laugh – it’s good typing practice 😛
At least she’s giving me that much.