Monday Muse: 2012-12-31

From time to time, my muse rears her head and talks to me. I’ve managed to capture some of these conversations and am sharing them with you. I will warn you that my muse is a potty-mouth. I have no control over what she tells me. Sorry.

Muse: It’s about time you started listening to me again.

Me: Yeah. I know. I’ve been busy with other things.

Muse: Too busy to write a single word for almost a full month? Damn. You suck, you know that?

Me: I don’t know if I “suck” so much as get overwhelmed every holiday season with end of year stuff for the CSFWG.

Muse: Maybe you need to focus more on your own writing instead of enabling everyone around you. Do you know how many great ideas I’ve had to give to other people?

Me: What do you mean other people?

Muse: What? Do you think you’re the only person I give ideas to? I talk to those people that are worthy of my input. Lately, you’ve been less than worthy. You’re lucky I’m even giving you this chance to listen to my wisdom.

Me: I’m still not sure why you had to give ideas to other people?

Muse: My spirit flows over with ideas. It’s my nature. When I bottle them up, I turn into a real bitch. I hate being that way with people, so I have to release my ideas into the wild by giving them to writers.

Me: Am I your main writer?

Muse: Most of the time, but when you ignore me or push me out of your life, I have no choice but to go elsewhere for my release.

Me: *looking at feet* I’ll do better next year.

Muse: Try doing better today, and the next day, and the next day, and so on.

Me: *looking back up at the shadowy figure of my muse* You’re right. Starting now, I’ll write everyday. I can’t promise thousands of words a day, but I’ll at least put something down every single day. That’s my resolution for 2013.

Muse: Oh. How quaint. You humans still put numbers on your years like they matter. I figured you would have stopped doing that millennia ago. *sigh* It’s no matter. Take your fancy numbering system and put it to good use.

Me: …

Muse: See you next year. I’ll be watching your progress, you know. *fades into the darkness*

 

Monday Muse: 2012-12-10

From time to time, my muse rears her head and talks to me. I’ve managed to capture some of these conversations and am sharing them with you. I will warn you that my muse is a potty-mouth. I have no control over what she tells me. Sorry.

Muse: What the hell is wrong with you? Nothing? You’ve written nothing for almost three whole weeks!?!?

Me: *dejectedly look down at my own feet* Sorry. Life’s just been too busy.

Muse: Are you treating your writing as a job or as a hobby?

Me: *sigh* As a hobby.

Muse: You should treat it as a job, you know?

Me: Yeah. If I were employing myself at writing, I’d fire me.

Muse: *slaps me upside the head* Get your act together. I have a shit-ton of ideas to feed to you, and I’m tired of holding on to them.

Me: *raises eyebrow while rubbing sore spot on head* Really?

Muse: Yeah. Really. But you can’t have them until you’re done with the current book. Now get back to work.

Me: You got it!

Muse: *grumbles something about worthless writers while fading into the darkness*

Writing Journal: 2012-12-05

I’m embarrassed to state that my word count since last week is a big old goose egg. That’s right. Bupkis. Nada. Nothing. Zip. Zilch.

*sigh*

This really isn’t that abnormal for me during the first week and a half of a month, though. This is the time when I buckle down and work on critiques for the CSFWG. I receive them at the end of the previous month, and I want to get them out of the way. There’s something in my brain that tells me I can’t work on my own stuff while I still have responsibilities to other people. Maybe that’s broken? Maybe not. I kind of like that aspect of how I approach things, so it works for me.

I tend to take 7-10 days to get through two groups worth of submissions. I’m a bit behind on that schedule. Out of the nine submissions I need to get through, I’m only about 1/3rd the way through one of them. That has me concerned… especially since I’m only about 10 pages of writing into the 50 that I need to submit to the groups this month. I’m not sure I’ll be able to pull it off.

We’ll see how things go. I hope to have a more positive update for everyone next Wednesday!

Monday Muse: 2012-12-03

From time to time, my muse rears her head and talks to me. I’ve managed to capture some of these conversations and am sharing them with you. I will warn you that my muse is a potty-mouth. I have no control over what she tells me. Sorry.

Muse: Remember that powerful item you gave your protagonist?

Me: Yeah. What about it?

Muse: You introduced it wrong. It wasn’t supposed to work that way.

Me: Yeah. I know. There’s a plot hole there.

Muse : Here’s how to fix it. *whispers in my ear*

Me: Thanks! That’s great. I’ll have to use that!

Muse: Of course you’ll use it. It’s my idea after all.

Me: I wish you’d stop taking credit for all of my work.

Muse: Hey, that’s my job.

Me: I guess so, but remember that my name’s going on the cover, not yours.

Muse: Do you even know my name?

Me: …

Muse: I thought so. So typical of men. Wanting me for my talents and insights without even knowing my name first.

Me: Umm… Sorry?

Muse: You better be. Oh. While I’m thinking of it. That item is too powerful. You’ll need to tone it down.

Me: But she’ll need it for the third book!

Muse: Yeah. I guess so. Better tone it down a bit. Find a catch for using the item.

Me: Good idea. I’ll have to think on it.

Muse: Why think on it. Just listen to me. *whispers in my ear some more*

Me: No offense, but, “Meh.” We can work on it, though.

Muse: You bastard. You’re rejecting my ideas!

Me: It’s not rejection. I idea is okay, but I think we can come up with something better.

Muse: Fine. Be that way. I’ll think on it and talk to you later. *fades into the darkness*