I decided to just bleep over that chapter and start at the next. It went smoother. I think the chapter is in the wrong place, now to just find out where it should be.
Should I ask it? You know, hold it up to the moon and ask for guidance? Since it is still digital only, I’d have to lift the laptop and frankly, I don’t want to do that.
Or perhaps my muse can tell me. Everyone seems to have a muse, someone that helps them along by either giving good advice or acting like an idiot. Not sure if I have one. Maybe I wasn’t gifted one by the writer fairy.
Well, time for bed. Yes, I said bed. It’s about midnight and I am going to bed. It feels funny, going to bed the same day I got up.
Bah, muses. There’s something about the idea of having a muse that really annoys me, and I refuse to ever talk as if I have one. Anytime I see a writer refer to one, I immediately start thinking of that writer as empty-headed, and as obviously too busy romanticising writing to actually produce anything I might take seriously.
I accept that this might possibly be a sweeping generalisation. 🙂
I think you may be right. I never thought of it as romanticising writing. Perfect way to look at it.
Not that I am knocking anyone who has an invisible writing companion, to each their own.
It’s just not for me.
The closest I’ve come is Simon, my 25yr old bear. He has a permanent scowl. I had him sitting on my desk (he just got out of the dryer) and he was giving me the dirtiest look!! I found myself agreeing with him that this scene sucked. 😀