So I have been dry on the writing front for a couple weeks. No real desire, no scenes in my head, no dialogue in my inner ears. No Muse . . . well, no usual Muse.
While my writing Muse may have stepped out, another has taken her place. I have been making, crafting, constructing, with great joy and success. I don’t want this to stop, and have lots of inspiration and many things that need making, and that’s just for me, and my lady’s, use. The real fun comes in making things for other people, especially when they don’t know you are doing so. So, I’m glad to be creating, and to know my skills are still there.
But – I’d also still like to maintain my relationship with my other Muse.
This morning she dropped by just let me know she hasn’t forgotten me, and to make sure I remember how much she enjoys torturing me. I was on the toilet! Sitting there, pants around my ankles and suddenly – ‘Hey, here’s a scene for you with a bit of dialogue to go with. It’s for a new short story – in case you didn’t catch that. So any way, gotta run, have fun.’
So the next place I sat down was my desk. I put that short story opening into my word processor and saved it. One more started short story. One more file waiting for more words to fulfill it’s purpose. But if I can finish this one – it may just be that it is destined for somewhere, that my Muse gave it to me in response for a wish to submit to a particular magazine. I have often thought about submitting to this well established, detective magazine and only recently told myself to go for it.
Maybe later today, I’ll write more, or maybe tomorrow. In the mean time, at least I can make pretty things be.