Back when I was painting on a regular basis, my muse and I were in the zone. She’d have me up a few late nights, but we were working together. She guided my mind and my brush and we made some pretty creative stuff, her and I. Some days I wonder if I should give up my pen and pick up my brush again. Because while my artist muse is quirky, artsy, fun and funky, my writing muse?
She’s kind of a bitch.
Take my visit to the beach for example. Had my artist muse come along on that vacation, we would have collected shells along the beach…
and perhaps brainstormed about different ways one might re-purpose all the planks lying around that used to be the pier.
We would have been amused at the clever way old floats were used to decorate the trees,
admired the oil paintings that lined the walls, and delighted in the fact that another artist once called the cottage their home away from home.
We might have even done some imaginary redecorating: “I bet painting the backs of the bookcases a bright coral would really make them pop. Or maybe a soft Caribbean blue would work, too.”
But alas, artist muse stayed at home with the cat. The other muse came along on this trip. She’s pretty much always around lately, whether she’s welcome or not. She even butts in on the rare occasion I’m painting or designing something. Rude, huh?
It wasn’t enough for her that almost every possible inch on the wall or space on a shelf was occupied by some token from another time. My other muse simply would have appreciated the time and care that went into arranging all these memories. Writing muse? No way.
“What’s the rest of their story?” she asks me.
“Seems she was a teacher, but not on a college level. Looks more like elementary school.”
“How did they make that work? Or did they make that work?”
And on and on…
It’s been a week since my vacation, and yet the questions and demands continue…
“What are their stories, Kathy?”
In my defense I reply, “But I can’t possibly contain those stories to a series of blog posts. There are too many words!”
“Who said anything about a blog post? You write until you’re finished. Worry about what you have when you’re done. Now, put some coffee on. You’re going to be up for awhile.”
And y’all thought I was bossy…