The Unknown Post

Similar to the Unknown Comic?  No.

Shower Head

I do this – stare at a blank “New Post” form and wait for an idea to pop into my head. It’s my scheduled time to write, and I have no other chance for a while, so I better come up with something NOW!

I have never come up with a publishable post that way. In fact, if I start putting any words together and save the draft, I toss it a few weeks later. Because it doesn’t grow on me either. Probably because it’s forced.

The dictionary has two definitions for muse:

  1. Muse (verb), as to have deep thoughts or to meditate.
  2. Muse (noun) a spirit or source that inspires an artist.

OK then.  I can muse, and I can be a muse. Can I be amusing?   Another example of how English can be dumb.  But I digress…

Muse, who I think of as being feminine, does not look over my shoulder and smack me upside the  head when I stop writing.  She does not come when you call her, either. My Muse hangs out in the bathroom. Don’t laugh. Some of my best ideas have occurred to me while in the shower.

I have sensed her inspiration when writing is not on my mind at all, and I’m focused on scrubbing the built up crud off my stove.  Something nearly brilliant will pop into my head, bringing a sudden grin to my face, because it’s the coolest feeling in the world.

Being inspired  🙂

I Love You, Now Go Away!

Yet another NaNoWriMo tale…

Hubby and I took a road trip to Lake Havasu, AZ and spent Thanksgiving with his family. The 80 degree weather was fabulous. We literally drove 12 hours to summer!  Like a devoted writer, I brought the novel on a flash-drive with me. Just in case I had time to myself to kill. And could borrow my Sis-in-law’s computer. (I’m asking Santa for a laptop this year!)

No, I’m not blaming the holiday or the relatives for my word count only increasing 2,000 in that 6-day period. I am a social creature on occasion, and always a dog lover. I could lie and say that Ginger and Gabby “ate my muse”, but I won’t. Our mini-vacation with my siblings-in-law, was full of food, fun and laughter. This may be why my muse became constipated. I suspect jealousy.

My brother-in-law(s) set up a computer for me, in the guest house hubby and I were staying in, so I could keep writing my NaNoWriMo novel.  I’m sure this support and encouragement disturbed hubby greatly.  He had already told me that this first NaNoWriMo adventure should be my last. He (claimed) was worried about my health. Not enough sleep. Not eating right. Blah, Blah, Blah.

I imagine there are a lot of NaNoWriMo widowers and widows about now. Take heart! Only 3-days left of cooking your own meals, having the TV remote all to yourself, sleeping alone, etc.  We miss you too of course, but our focus is on writing and this we do alone. At least I do. So please, do not interrupt us with tidbits of trivia you read in the paper, or telling us your plans for home improvements next year.  We understand your wanting conversation. Just save it for meals and break-time, is all we ask.

Day 94: Earplugs

TV noise and chain saws require industrial ear-plugs. I am not kidding – I really wear them. I’d take a picture, but sweats and no make-up is today’s fashion statement, so just imagine me with an orange foam plug in each ear.  Earplugs only work if hubby is making the noise, because he ignores the fact they are plugging my ears and talks to me anyway.

Once my rhythm is broken it is freaking hard to get it back. Distractions abound in the real world. I often fantasize about having a padded, sound-proofed room, with an inside lock, to write in. I even wonder if I should be tested for Adult ADD, or ADHD.

Today is gloomy and rainy – perfect weather to write.  The week’s errands and grocery shopping are done. Leftovers are thawing.  The wood-burning stove is hot and so is the coffee.  So, why am I not spewing forth oodles of words?

Gloomy and rainy is also the perfect weather for a nap. I think I’ll take one, Lord knows my muse is.


It’s a Short Trip…

Whenever I say “That’s driving me crazy!”, hubby replies with “That’s a short trip.”

He is correct, along with being a smart ass.

Because I have nothing else to do (blatant lie) I signed up for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) – even when you retire you have to deal with acronyms. I want to give my lazy muse a good workout, get in the habit of working on fiction everyday.

No, this blog is not fiction. OK… The “This Could Be News” posts are as fictional as they get though.

When I signed up for the event, they gave me a free  website  for getting sponsors and displaying my progress. Come by if you feel like it. If you have an extra buck, think about supporting us striving writers. Or is that starving writers?

No purchase required to win.