Rain smacked the window. The huge droplets sounded like bullets as they hit. Menacing, foreboding, the feeling of doom unshakable as wind howled within the branches of the trees.
A knock at the back door.
A bump in the night.
The darkness promised to swallow everything whole as an eerie noise scrapped against the window-seal, sending cold vibrations through the thick, humid air.
And then.....
Danged if I know what happens next. LOL
I've been at odds with the muse for several months now. I want to write one genre, the muse has other ideas. Ideas that in no way, shape, form or fashion will mesh. So what to do?
One might think pushing through and showing the muse who's boss is the answer. Well, I've tried that.
Me - 0 Muse 155 and counting.
Yep, I'm batting zero. Muse is like, so you won't write what I tell you to, then you won't write at all. Moowhaaahaaa....
Complete and udder shut down. Ugh...... So not fair!
On a brighter note, I had lunch with a good friend today who told me to let the muse go. Let the words flow. Write it down. What will it hurt? No one has to see it but you.
How do some people become so wise? ;)
I know what I need to do. Heck. Honestly, I've known for some time. But hearing someone else say it? Someone I respect not only as a writer, but also as a person. Someone who has helped me grow in my writing more than they will ever know. Priceless! Thank you, my dear friend!
So I'm buckling down, bracing for the ride, or impact. I'm not sure what's in store, but I'm going to be brave. And maybe, just maybe I'll share snip-its here from time to time. I'm cringing at the mere thought, while the muse is grinning like the blasted Cheshire cat!
I'm both excited and leery. But also a bit eager about the possibilities of discovering an avenue of my writing I've not been open to in the past. Who knows, maybe this will pacify the muse so I can get back to writing those simple, feel good stories I keep trying to write.
This should be fun!
Writing should always be fun!
A knock at the back door.
A bump in the night.
The darkness promised to swallow everything whole as an eerie noise scrapped against the window-seal, sending cold vibrations through the thick, humid air.
And then.....
Danged if I know what happens next. LOL
I've been at odds with the muse for several months now. I want to write one genre, the muse has other ideas. Ideas that in no way, shape, form or fashion will mesh. So what to do?
One might think pushing through and showing the muse who's boss is the answer. Well, I've tried that.
Me - 0 Muse 155 and counting.
Yep, I'm batting zero. Muse is like, so you won't write what I tell you to, then you won't write at all. Moowhaaahaaa....
Complete and udder shut down. Ugh...... So not fair!
On a brighter note, I had lunch with a good friend today who told me to let the muse go. Let the words flow. Write it down. What will it hurt? No one has to see it but you.
How do some people become so wise? ;)
I know what I need to do. Heck. Honestly, I've known for some time. But hearing someone else say it? Someone I respect not only as a writer, but also as a person. Someone who has helped me grow in my writing more than they will ever know. Priceless! Thank you, my dear friend!
So I'm buckling down, bracing for the ride, or impact. I'm not sure what's in store, but I'm going to be brave. And maybe, just maybe I'll share snip-its here from time to time. I'm cringing at the mere thought, while the muse is grinning like the blasted Cheshire cat!
I'm both excited and leery. But also a bit eager about the possibilities of discovering an avenue of my writing I've not been open to in the past. Who knows, maybe this will pacify the muse so I can get back to writing those simple, feel good stories I keep trying to write.
This should be fun!
Writing should always be fun!
