My Muse Is Having A Week Off
Inspiration always strikes me at the least convenient time. Like in the middle of the night, when I’m driving or whenever I’m far away from a pen and/or supposed to be concentrating on something else.
So that’s why I left for my not-so-sunny mini break to the English countryside poised and ready to get down to some serious writing business. Ah, naïve I hear you say. Naïve indeed-y. We stayed in a wooden lodge roughly positioned in the middle of nowhere and enjoyed torrential rain for about half of the holiday, meaning I had spare time aplenty. We did do some fun things, like visit Skegness and eat a lot of chips, but when I wasn’t otherwise occupied, in my head I was supposed to be writing.
Except, as you’ve probably guessed, I wasn’t.
One particular evening I’d spent the whole day thinking about the story ideas I was going to happily write down and was all pumped up to get it done at the first chance I got. So after dinner and when the board games had been exhausted, I retired to my room and smugly got out my laptop, ready to let the magic happen. I think I properly gave up within about half an hour, 45 minutes if I’m being generous and if cleaning up my desktop counts as writing.
I did get some short story ideas down and I continued proofing my WIP for a little while too, but (and I’m shifting the blame here) my muse just wouldn’t play ball. I ended up reading for hours on end instead, which was lovely (and in some ways productive) but not what I’d planned.
We only went for four nights, so it’s not like I’ve been super lazy, but I’m a little annoyed at the fact that I spend all the working week with pent-up frustration over not being able to write and then when given the chance it’s like my brain decides it just can’t be bothered and it wants to have a little rest too.
But if anything this guilt is only going to push me into productivity, so it’s not all bad. And if my muse is all rested-up, surely she’s going to get her arse into gear and start with the good stuff soon, right?