Hiya! Day Four of NaNoWriMo is almost here.
My grand plan to dig deep into my WIP rewrite is stumbling off the starting block. I’m like the dust hovering in the wake of American Pharoh’s first step out of the gate at the Breeder’s Cup.
Can you say “real life”? I knew you could.
So, needless to say I’m a bit late with my blog post. And I think my Muse is hanging at the pub with Mr. E, because he’s certainly not gracing me with his presence. I’ve been staring at the same scene for two days, not sure where I want to take it.
Slam!
What the–
“Don’t be blaming me for your brain freeze.” My Muse leans against the door he so rudely closed. He’s wearing a black polo with the Guinness logo embroidered on the upper left chest, dark indigo jeans, and deck shoes. The stink of stale beer, fried food, and cigarette smoke hovers around him.
“Oh, and I suppose your pub crawl with Mr. E supersedes working with me on this? Where the hell were you, anyway? Smoking’s not allowed in bars anymore.”
“Cork. That’s in Ireland, love. You’d like it. Very nice local brew, good music, friendly folks.”
“I know where Cork is. In case you forgot, my contemporary fantasy is set in that area of Ireland. Are you finished getting your wanderlust out of your system for a while? Ready to get to work?”
“Are you?” he counters. “You’re not settled.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” he paces to a stop in front of me and pokes a finger into my forehead, “someone’s shaking the jar up here, and the marbles haven’t stopped moving.” He lowers his hand to my shoulder. “You aren’t focusing.”
I brush his hand off my shoulder and retreat a step. “First off, you smell like a bar. Second, that’s why I need you to stick around.”
He shakes his head. “Um, no. My job, as your Muse, is to channel creative energy and foster inspiration. Your job, my darling writer, is to sit your ass in the chair where there aren’t any distractions and focus on the story.”
“And here I thought your job was to keep me in line so I can write.”
His grin is far too warm and welcoming. I’m starting to feel like a cat being lured into the carrier for a trip to the vet. “It is, but that’s so my primary tasks are more effective.”
“O-kay.”
He heads to my writing chair. At his touch, it changes from a worn, stuck-halfway-to-recline, Lay-Z-Boy wanna-be into a plush oh-man-I-could-so-sleep-there chair. Why doesn’t this make me feel any better?
“You know that chair says ‘take a nap’ more than it says ‘sit your butt down and write’, don’t you?”
He settles into the comfy chair and puts his hands behind his head. “Yep.” He waves at a corner of my writing area. An ergonomic kneeling/sitting chair appears, complete with a small desk at the appropriate height. To his credit, the view from my window now looks directly into a thick Northwest forest complete with ferns, moss, and a sense of quiet wonder. “Now, get to work, and maybe I’ll let you take a turn here after you get a couple chapters done.”
“Or what?”
Something electric crackles in the air. The scent of ozone wafts past me. “I’ll think of something.”
November 3, 2015 at 9:51 pm
Those darn muses, taking of just when you need them. Hope you get some good inspiration on your rewrite!
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November 4, 2015 at 6:35 am
Trying. Part of the problem, I think, has been the unseasonably nice weather we’re having now. 70 degrees in November in MN! So, quick to get home after work so I can get out to the track and run before the sun sets at 5. Man, that time change really put a damper on doing anything outside after work. Taking Friday off to try and focus (did you hear that, my Muse?)
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November 4, 2015 at 9:41 am
I’m right there with you! Oh, that pain in they butt muse! But he does have a point. Good luck with your nano!
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November 4, 2015 at 10:04 am
He does. He’s a taskmaster, but I need it! Thanks for stopping by!
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November 4, 2015 at 10:17 am
Can I borrow him? Cause the dishes are needing cleaning, the dogs need feeding… And did I mention it’s too nice to be inside?
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November 4, 2015 at 10:22 am
LOL!Trust me, he doesn’t do chores–I’ve tried 😉
And yes, it’s waaaay too nice to be inside, especially if you’re in MN this week (well, until tomorrow when it starts getting icky)!
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November 4, 2015 at 1:48 pm
Well, here in Vermont we can expect 4 more days of lovely weather and thus, unproductive writing time. We will catch up this weekend, right? Let’s root for each other. Go! Go! Go outside!
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November 4, 2015 at 5:54 pm
Woo-hoo! Yep, let’s catch up this weekend–I like the way you think!
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November 4, 2015 at 6:20 pm
Want to find me in nano land? I’m under letters to rosa. Write on! (Don’t I sound cool?)
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November 4, 2015 at 6:27 pm
You can find me under Aislinge
See ya there!
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November 4, 2015 at 8:37 pm
I’ll look you up! Good luck with the rest of the week!
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November 4, 2015 at 4:57 pm
The pressure is on, Julie. I took the day off to blog but back at it tonight. Your muse is having a grand old time. I’ll be stopping by nano tonight to cheer all the buddies on. Keep writing. 🙂
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November 4, 2015 at 5:59 pm
Yep, time to buckle down. The weather is going to turn tomorrow–rain and ick, so no excuse not to stay inside and write 🙂 !
Consider you cheered on by me 🙂 Write on!
PS: Had onion soup for supper–yummy!
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November 10, 2015 at 12:47 pm
So now I know where Mr. E. has been for the last week, doing the pub thing with your muse! I’ve been in Punta Cana for the last week, living a blissfully relaxing life of beaches, sun, and fun. Mr. E. has already promised me he’s going to turn into a taskmaster this weekend, so I’m gearing up to buckle down. Hopefully, both of our guys will work some magic 🙂
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November 10, 2015 at 12:50 pm
Ah, I figured you were on vacation, since it seems Mr. E had nothing better to do than drag my Muse out on a pub crawl 🙂 I ran out of craft beer, so my Muse has been a bit standoffish. Gonna restock later 😉 Counting on him to work his magic the rest of the week–weather is supposed to be rainy and cold, perfect for staying in and writing!
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November 10, 2015 at 1:11 pm
I do my best writing on rainy days. Grab some of that craft beer and see if you can’t entice your guy back. I’ll be sure to tell Mr. E. he is NOT to suggest another pub crawl, LOL!
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November 10, 2015 at 1:24 pm
LOL! I’ll tell my guy he’s not allowed on any more pub crawls with Mr. E, at least until I’ve got my WIP whipped into something presentable 🙂
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