Sunday, February 18, 2007
Anyone else...
Ever have an amazing, blissful, incredible day of writing - finishing a story that you didn't even know you had in you - but the burst of inspiration doesn't stop - it keeps pushing you straight through a second story, effortlessly as water dripping from your fingertips.

You're standing, arms outstretched, marveling in this downpour, this deluge of creativity...and then you hear a small voice, one outside of your head, the voice of your child in their exersaucer just beside you. And you look down into their huge eyes...and suddenly...the deluge disappears, and it's just dry-old-you, sitting at a desk with an empty container of fat free pudding, a cluttered word-document on the monitor, a glass half-full of warm ginger ale...and that little baby with the round eyes begging you to ditch it all and get on the floor.

And so you do.

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Blogger Darkmind said...

I had almost the same thing happen to me, except no child, pudding, or ginger ale (or any ale for that matter) as an excuse. You know if that old muse would just speak up a little louder, I might have been able to type something out today. I have a whole new respect for what you do, Mella...

Blogger zhoen said...

I came to the idea that I should never save up an idea, or writing. Just write more and more. Comments on posts, my own dumb blogging, whatever. Clogs are like blood clots, they happen when the flow is dammed. The solution is to write a flood, of whatever comes out, and the gems will pan out.

Good for you for saying yes to life, even at the risk of losing this gush.

Blogger Mella said...

I think reading has been generating the flow too - got two issues of Glimmer Train Stories over the past week that I've been slowly devouring, pausing and rushing to the computer whenever inspiration strikes (including getting out of a hot soak in the tub this afternoon and sitting at the keyboard sopping wet in a towel for fear that I'd lose a scene that had sprung to mind - a scene set in a story that has yet to be begun, but was too good to lose...)

Blogger Mella said...

Oh, and Darkmind, thank you. As soon as you find whatever it is that coaxes your muse out - books, music, ale, insomnia, whatever - go out and stock up (or stay up, as the case may be)

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