The muse and I

Nov 05, 2006

I did five pages yesterday, and it was all done after dark with one small lamp on. Done after I’d gone up to my office for just a few minutes for something else. The book moves in my head, calls to me, coaxes and bullies me. I don’t mind. If I can manage not to be interrupted in some major way maybe this mood will see me through to the end of the book. I hope so. I don’t know about everyone else’s muse, but mine is pushy. She’s no shrinking violet. She’s an up in your face, grab you by the shirt and drag your ass to work kind of girl. Just the way I like ’em.