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| The Muse Clio Writing History |
...the muse.
Mine started whispering in my ear while I was on vacation this past weekend. I was in the most romantic little motel (with my hubby) across from Lake Michigan and I had this sudden urge to write. Early morning, hubby still sleeping, I pulled out a notebook. The story I worked on was the sequel to my unpublished fantasy novel. Of all the things I'm writing, why in that moment did the muse demand the most unromantic one??
Like I said, there's no understanding the muse.
Like I said, there's no understanding the muse.
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| Good Morning, Lake Michigan! |
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| Goodnight, Lake Michigan! |
2 comments:
Oh tell me about it! And why, oh why, must the muse be so very inconvenient?! While I'm training? Really, muse? You couldn't wait 'till I got home and was somewhere near a pen and paper, and not wearing boxing gloves? Really?!
I know the feeling! Lately my characters start talking to me in the shower. By the time I get all the kids up, dressed, fed, and I can catch a moment on the computer, my characters have given me a cold shoulder and refuse to spill all the details they were itching to earlier. Grr!
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