A visit from my muse
Wed 8:30 pm. Audition a few songs for an SCA CD being worked up... "great material kid, but not what we're loking for this time. The theme is : We're off to an event, lets get pumped"
Now those of you who know my writing, will know I tend to write about love, death and comedy... not exactly "Let's go play" material.
So I send a mental e-mail to my muse (a fussy old queen who shows up at odd times, forces me to work like a dog until it's done, then has no further use for me)
2:30 am, with work looming tomorrow... make that today, I am driven from my warm bed, and nothing will do but that I write the damn thing and e-mail it off to the parties involved.
I will be a bit tired at work tomorrow, hope no one notices.
Now those of you who know my writing, will know I tend to write about love, death and comedy... not exactly "Let's go play" material.
So I send a mental e-mail to my muse (a fussy old queen who shows up at odd times, forces me to work like a dog until it's done, then has no further use for me)
2:30 am, with work looming tomorrow... make that today, I am driven from my warm bed, and nothing will do but that I write the damn thing and e-mail it off to the parties involved.
I will be a bit tired at work tomorrow, hope no one notices.