Hey, are you paying attention? Do you write? I do. Do you look to a muse for inspiration? Me, too. Question? Does the muse (or in my case, both of them) like to play hide and seek? I don’t know about yours, but mine do. And it’s a pain.
Now you may be wondering—muses? You see, she didn’t like being alone. Nope. She didn’t. So she went out and found a friend. And it really wouldn’t shock me if she found another. She’s fickle and likes to collect. But I was talking about her playing hide and seek. (See? Even when I’m talking about her, she still feels the need to be number one…muses…)
I don’t always have the copious amounts of time I’d like to write. Nope. I have a job and a family. For some reason, the exact moment they need my attention, is the precise moment the muses need—no ifs, ands, or buts—my attention. What’s worse? That’s when they give me the best ideas. You know, no paper, no pen, no remember? Yeah, that’s them. I think they’re favorite time is when I’m about to go to sleep.
“Oh, she’s about to tumble into dreamland. Time to give her ideas.”
“She won’t remember.” (He’s the voice of reason between the two of them.)
“If they are that important, she’ll find a way.”
“You realize you’re mean, sometimes.” (He shakes his head and sighs.)
She just sneers and starts whispering in my ear. Brat.
I’ve learned to combat them, though. Yes, I have. I have become quite adept at writing in the dark. Pitch black. It’s a matter of guessing where the letters are and assuming it’s readable. Sometimes it is. When it’s not, I blame her.
But you see, it’s not always this easy. No way. There are these little scraps of times when I do have the convenience of writing. I tend to have a notebook with me so I can write the drive-by ideas. I even get time at the laptop when I can put the ideas together in a cohesive form. Do you think she’s around then? Not a chance. In fact, she grins like a Cheshire cat and goes back to her business.
Did I mention her business? No? Well, let me fill you in. The muse likes pictures. Not dirty pictures. Nope. (Although, as a good dirty girl, she doesn’t turn them down—that would be unconscionable.) Her favorites are the things that are innocuous. You know, ducks on a pond with an empty pavilion in the background. Or a muscle car with the windows tinted. Her mind whirls to…what’s really going on under that pavilion? Does that car have enough space in the backseat for play? Or can play take place on the hood without marring the paint? (Funny how she worries about muscle car paint, but not being nice to me. As I said, brat.)
Although she’s a pill through and through, and despite the fact that he encourages her to run in every direction her dirty little mind goes, I love them. They’ve helped me come up with some fantastic stories and made me see things in ways I never thought possible. Let your muse run, play, and cause havoc. It’s a lot of fun.
Bio: I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I tend to write books with titles taken from songs because music is one of my many muses.
I earned a BA in education at Kent State university and as well as a Masters in Education from Nova Southeastern University. I’ve tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart.
I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I have six books under contract and more than my brain can handle percolating. I can’t wait to share them with you!
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