Ever say something you wish you could take back?
Most of us do, and this happened to me the other day. Don’t even remember where it came from, but I said I had managed to put 50,000 words on the page for a new story in a month. I figured another 10,000 words should take me to the end of the first draft (I write skeletons, remember?).
My muse heard that, because of course she did, crossed her arm over her chest and flew away.
I am not sure what to do to convince her to come back. Perhaps she needs me to eat a bag of oreos while trying to finish the chapter I’m working on, knowing full well I don’t like oreos.
Not sure what her demands are as she’s made herself rather scarce.
It’s not writer’s block because I can still make some headway, but it’s not the magical page devouring progress I was making.
And no, I know better than to take a break and wait for her to come back. Uh-uh. Played that game and lost more than once.
So, time to apply bottom to chair and bleed out as many words as possible.
Perhaps when she sees I’m sincere, she’ll return. If she doesn’t, I’ll scratch out the rest of the words to the ending of the story the hard way. Even with her inspiration, when it comes time to edit, there’s no easy way about it.
But if you’ve seen her, please tell her I’m sorry. I’ll shut my mouth until the book is finished, and she’s booked her vacation to Cancun while I start the revision process.
How about you? Have you ever lost your muse? Why? What did you do to get him/her back?