There is no muse, and other unsettling principles: 6 of 6
7. If I cannot appeal to my muse - my God, I must listen to my editors!
Yes. Count yourself lucky. Jammy, in fact, exceedingly so.
8. But … oh, God, if there’s no muse, I’m on my own, and want to do my own work and paddle my own canoe.
Precisely. Welcome to reality. You’ll find it freeing once you give over curling up in a corner and trembling like a paranoid hedgehog.
And, incidentally, if it matters to you - and it damned well ought to do - it will allow and indeed force you to become a writer. Damn the crutches and sticks and literary Zimmer frames: arise and walk.
Here endeth the lesson.
Yes. Count yourself lucky. Jammy, in fact, exceedingly so.
8. But … oh, God, if there’s no muse, I’m on my own, and want to do my own work and paddle my own canoe.
Precisely. Welcome to reality. You’ll find it freeing once you give over curling up in a corner and trembling like a paranoid hedgehog.
And, incidentally, if it matters to you - and it damned well ought to do - it will allow and indeed force you to become a writer. Damn the crutches and sticks and literary Zimmer frames: arise and walk.
Here endeth the lesson.