
I was talking to an online friend last night about my writing and I happened to mention the rather mixed relationship that I have with my muse. We’re like an old married couple (me and the muse, not my online friend). When we’re strong together we can do anything; I dread the day we decide to take over the world. Other times though, we feel on the edge of divorce when we go for weeks without talking.
At her best she is my rock, my greatest cheerleader though sometimes she is rude and pushy, interrupting me when I am going about my own business. She never lets me finish what I am doing. She’ll even wake me up in the middle of the night and pokes me in the ribs with something sharp. This she does for my own good of course because you can’t put time constraints on creativity. Continue reading →