Elizabeth Barrette (ysabetwordsmith) wrote,
Elizabeth Barrette
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Jane Yolen on Writing

This is a lovely collection of thoughts about writing.

I was particularly charmed by the idea of the muse being out in the woods when the writer is at the keyboard.  And then I thought ... if the muse isn't in your office, maybe you shouldn't be either.  Where is your muse -- in the woods, in a museum, in a bookstore?  Go find her.  There you'll find the thread of the story you had lost. 
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for several years, i had an imaginary girlfriend/lesbo muse,
but she left me last year...
i think it's a sign of improved mental health,
although i did feel like the ventriloquist whose dummy left him...
My muses tend to vacation in Aruba. I tend to be stuck in Memphis awaiting their return.

So, like a Vogon, I push onward. "Evolution, who needs it?" And 15 minutes a day per story usually ticks them off enough they come back with all kinds of new ideas.
Oh dear, how pesky of them!

Sometimes my muses wander far, afar ... but for me, if I can't go there in person, research usually scratches the itch well enough for us to get back to work. YMMV.
My muse is wherever I'm not!

When I'm at work, I want to write. When I ride my bike, I want to write. When I'm in the garden weeding, I want to write.

Then when I grab the computer, it slinks out of the door and sits there sniggering...
Yeah, that can happen.
Incidentally, I just followed the link and read the article you flagged up. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and yes, it made me feel a whole lot better about the things I can and can't control, like publishers, and editors and getting the damned thing written in the first place...
My muse is a 1940s bathing beauty in a red swimsuit. Don't know why that is.

And she'll sit on the edge of the pool in my brain and splash water at me with her toes. It's most annoying [g].

So then I take my netbook elsewhere, and she's happy to go with me and behave. I write best everywhere but home.
What a cool image!