Picked Up and Shaken By the Scruff.
Most folks have heard of people talk about inner demons. Sometimes they are spoken of more kindly and called a 'muse'. Usually one has a clear image of a demon as being something big and strong and nasty, ruthless in getting its own way. In contrast a muse is usually viewed as something softer, elusive, etheral almost and definitely gentle. The two are usually seen as differently as a hurricane from a summer breeze.
Well, I'm here to tell you that's dead wrong.
Or at least it is in the case of Dragon's muses!
I have been aware for the last couple of months of the approach of Nanowrimo, the month I do my writing competition of attempting to write 50,000 words in a month. I have anticipated it with a tingle of excitement.
This month I decided to try to forestall some of the obstacles from previous years when I have attempted this competition. I can assure you there is nothing worse than trying to imagine where one's story is going while one's conscience is drumming up a storm to the rhythm of 'you need to do your laundry. You really should wash your windows. The carpet needs vacuuming. You shouldn't be doing this, you should be cleaning.'
So, with this in mind, I have spent the last three weeks completely spring cleaning my home! I have done minimal planning for my writing competition, setting on writing an australian saga for this year that requires much less research and planning than a fantasy novel. Firmly I have put the temptation to research or plan aside until my spring cleaning was done. Firmly I've stuck to my plans and cleaned. Firmly I have not let myself even LOOK at my plans for nanowrimo until my housework was done.
It was all done on friday.
At last.
But then I had a birthday this weekend, so I sorta, kinda, hadta give my weekend to my family.
But today...
Today I could finally begin with research and planning!
And man, my muse is just about fit to burst! There have been no gentle nudgings, no subtle hints, no soft guiding. No. Rather I have been picked up, shaken by the scruff and thrown about mercilessly. I swear I can even hear her growling!
It's midnight and I should be going to bed, but my muse is wanting, nay, DEMANDING I continue working!
I suspect if I go to bed as I feel I should it shall dance on my prone body all night with sharp spikey heels determined to wake me and drag me back to work!
I haven't slept well lately. Not for a few weeks. I think I've just realised the cause. I don't think muses like being bottled up. THEY are the ones who like to be in control. They don't like being controlled!
I'm torn between a tired body and an overactive muse!
I just hope it stays this rabid once 1 November rolls by!
Knowing my luck by then it shall have stalked off into a corner to sulk!
There's all day tomorrow and all day wednesday yet to finish plotting and research. It doesn't all have to be done tonight regardless of what my muse thinks.
I'm going to go to bed and try to sleep.
If I find out who it was that gave my muse Energiser batteries instead of good old Eveready I shall cheerfully club them!
Red.
Well, I'm here to tell you that's dead wrong.
Or at least it is in the case of Dragon's muses!
I have been aware for the last couple of months of the approach of Nanowrimo, the month I do my writing competition of attempting to write 50,000 words in a month. I have anticipated it with a tingle of excitement.
This month I decided to try to forestall some of the obstacles from previous years when I have attempted this competition. I can assure you there is nothing worse than trying to imagine where one's story is going while one's conscience is drumming up a storm to the rhythm of 'you need to do your laundry. You really should wash your windows. The carpet needs vacuuming. You shouldn't be doing this, you should be cleaning.'
So, with this in mind, I have spent the last three weeks completely spring cleaning my home! I have done minimal planning for my writing competition, setting on writing an australian saga for this year that requires much less research and planning than a fantasy novel. Firmly I have put the temptation to research or plan aside until my spring cleaning was done. Firmly I've stuck to my plans and cleaned. Firmly I have not let myself even LOOK at my plans for nanowrimo until my housework was done.
It was all done on friday.
At last.
But then I had a birthday this weekend, so I sorta, kinda, hadta give my weekend to my family.
But today...
Today I could finally begin with research and planning!
And man, my muse is just about fit to burst! There have been no gentle nudgings, no subtle hints, no soft guiding. No. Rather I have been picked up, shaken by the scruff and thrown about mercilessly. I swear I can even hear her growling!
It's midnight and I should be going to bed, but my muse is wanting, nay, DEMANDING I continue working!
I suspect if I go to bed as I feel I should it shall dance on my prone body all night with sharp spikey heels determined to wake me and drag me back to work!
I haven't slept well lately. Not for a few weeks. I think I've just realised the cause. I don't think muses like being bottled up. THEY are the ones who like to be in control. They don't like being controlled!
I'm torn between a tired body and an overactive muse!
I just hope it stays this rabid once 1 November rolls by!
Knowing my luck by then it shall have stalked off into a corner to sulk!
There's all day tomorrow and all day wednesday yet to finish plotting and research. It doesn't all have to be done tonight regardless of what my muse thinks.
I'm going to go to bed and try to sleep.
If I find out who it was that gave my muse Energiser batteries instead of good old Eveready I shall cheerfully club them!
Red.