Muse Monday

Well, after a long break, the Muse is back at my house. She told me she’d been off with some writer in Colorado skiing on slopes or something. I didn’t care. The important thing was that she’s back and I have scenes I’m itching to write. I thought I’d convey what this feeling feels like to others when I say the Muse is in my house. In other words, I feel an overwhelming urge to write. Its like a bunch of scenes and characters that were never there suddenly popped out of nowhere and started talking. And they never shut up. The whole thing is a movie waiting for me to type it out.

All I can do during this time is go crazy. For the last three days I’ve gone to bed past midnight when normally I’m knocked out by now. When my family went out to eat for Chinese food on Saturday, I had my notebook open so I could write down plot points that screamed to come out. It’s a flood I can’t stop. During dinner my husband looked at me and said, “You look like you’re plotting to have some heroine save a dragon or something.”
I smiled back and said, “Not exactly, but you could say that.” (Wow, that means I have a dreamy look in my eyes or I looked like I’m in a druggie writer haze. Sweet!)

For now, I resumed my famous spot on my couch in my living room where I can type on my laptop. No televisions blaring, only me and the words waiting to come out. I’ll get an interruption to the flood here or there. But, all in all, the Muse is back so its time to par-tay.