My muse has gone on vacation, just wish she’d taken me too!
The hotter the weather the more my pasture dries, cracks, and turns brown. So has my writing. I thought by creating an oasis perfect for reconnecting with nature, my muse and I would churn out short story after story.
Nope! Nada! Zip! Zilch!
I found a tape with Julia Cameron explaining The Writer’s Life. Wouldn’t need any sleep aids if I listened longer than a few minutes. I tried–really, I tried to comprehend, but decided that hitting my hand with a hammer would be kinder to my muse. And more productive as I have to chart my own path without advice from others.
So, as the heat continues to grow here at Twisted Creek, think I’ll try to drown my muse by diving.