It’s June 16th and finally I’m on a writing roll. It took some time to get out of the blocked phase, but I guess washing my floors this morning and microwaving my coffee AGAIN must have had something to do with it.
Inspiration is a funny thing. I used to think looking through my old work would jostle some dormant muse and my writing would just flood out of me. I thought my adorable little boys and their incredibly quirky antics could tip me off, turns out I use 90% of my creative juices on them. Mr.T has taken a liking to our evening “chats” as he calls them. He wants me to make up stories about when I was a little girl and was shrunk by some force while I was asleep in my bed. Each time I tell it, the story is different, but he loves it.
I thought my inspiration would come from a great book or a touching movie. Not for me. It has been said that to release your creativity, doing something simple and mindless (like cleaning apparently) can conjure up your muse if you will. That worked for me this morning. I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, just gazing and deeply scrubbing 2 days of food residue off my floors. Thanks boys. I was thinking that I should lay a garbage bag down underneath their chairs to save me from the agony of having to constantly vacuum and mop my floors. Then suddenly out of nowhere, this great idea came to me. I put down the mop, grabbed my coffee and went outside and sat on the deck. I just started writing, before my memory would get the best of me. I laid out the plot, the characters and the small details. I sat back after 20 whole minutes and read what I started. Of course I’m a teensy bit biased because I thought it was great.
Now, to find my moments to sit down and start and finish all the wonderful filling, and hope that my muse doesn’t get bored and start folding laundry or doing something domestic.
Thank you Murphy’s Oil and bad coffee, you have made my day.