When the Muse takes hold.

[sepdet]

All right, so I have been useless in every possible way lately, and insomnia has kicked in full throttle.

But my Muse is being a goddess incarnate.

The skill with which I write may be inversely proportional to the way that I can cope with the rest of my life. I don't believe the writing is the cause of my non-copage. I think it's one of the few pleasant side effects. Life sucks, but at least I can make lemonade.

Not that it's great writing, even still: my melodrama muse is the loudest voice in my head. But it felt sooooo good losing myself for 3 hours and letting the words pour out. I didn't know what I was writing. I was simply written. (Middle verbs in Greek are such handy things, a pity English is missing that voice.)

I finally reached the end of the scene, paused in a haze and a daze and found myself sitting in bed with my laptop, and realized that the story was over. I scrolled back to examine the tea leaf inkblot words neatly streaming behind me for several pages, a modest 2000 words or so. I don't remember writing ANY of them. Any. Nada.

The last few lines of the story literally put tears in my eyes.

*pats Jung's demons and gives them flowers and chocolate* Thank you. That was scrumptious. Now, can we come to some arrangement whereby you visit me only every three days, and for the other two, I'm productive?


*reminds self that Eithil and I did, in fact, tackle one of the Three Very Large Issues today plus a number of smaller items, even if I have been brokenly inadequate this past week*



Now if only my friends would enjoy the writing I'm doing right now. But my tastes are my own, and I'm lucky I've found one new friend, at least, who seems to be on a similar wavelength.

Comments

[trekqueen.livejournal.com]

*huggles* Doesn't that feel good to just get it all out sometimes? A good writing marathon always leaves a wonderful feeling inside. :D I can't wait to read the rest of your story.

[sepdet.livejournal.com]

*smiles* honestly, it's the best thing that's happened lately. It's giving me a chance to get a lot of stuff out that was apparently bottled up tighter than a drum. It lets me express joy and grief and loss all at once. It lets me throw off the "family friendly" shackles that are so VERY difficult for me to maintain (I completely respect the reasons for the plaza's rules, but it's a bit like being a single mom of several children -- you are totally invested in the kids' mindset and universe, and never have anyone to talk to about grown-up stuff).