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Feeding the muse.

Everything in life feeds the muse. In some way we take what we see, what we do or things that happen to us and use them in our writing. Well, I do, don’t know about anyone else. So what’s happened in the last week to feed the muse. Jeez, where to start?

Four day romantic get away with love of life. Doing whatever we wanted whenever we wanted. Drinking moet, lazing by the pool, trips to the spa for massages, staying in bed and watchin’ too much TV and eating just about anything you can think of. Pretty good food for the muse, especially the trips to the spa, all sorts of ideas there. We’ll call this the love and laughter staple.

Missing child who hasn’t taken her phone and no one knows where she’s toddled off to. (Nice way to arrive home.) At least they’d seen her that morning, she can’t be far. We’ll call this the suspense staple.

Cat vomiting over laptop. Jeez, what can I say here except, ‘thank God it wasn’t mine!’? No files backed up. And they say kids are computer smart these days. We’ll call this the tragedy staple.

Found, one nasty letter to father about how her life sucks and she hates living here, school and she has no friends and we don’t care and thanks for wrecking my life P.S. I love you. What the…? We’ll call this the drama staple.

Found, one missing child. Where have you been? “Down with my friends.” Huh! What friends? (refer to previous paragraph) We’ll call this the lie staple.

Sent, one evil, nasty email to mother, “I never wanna talk to you again. EVA!!” What the hell did I do now? We’ll call this the confuse the enemy staple. (well we did think it was all dad’s fault)

Girly time. Mental health day taken. Purpose? To get to the bottom of ‘life sucks’ and get laptop looked at. By end of day girl acting like nothing is really wrong and laptop has new keyboard and working fine. We’ll call this the resolution staple.

So the muse has had, love and laughter, suspense, tragedy, drama, lies, confusion and resolution. Damn, sounds like a story to me. When did my life turn into a book? All this has gone on since Thursday last week, and most of it in the last 48 hours! Maybe I should quit writing fiction and write non-fiction? It seems like I’ve got all the ingredients right inside my own house. And this is why I like books. When it all gets too much I can just close the book and walk away. Can’t do that on life. I guess I’ll just have to write about it.

‘See’ ya soon.


Categories: Life, Writing
  1. June 18, 2008 at 3:36 am

    Life provides the best inspiration doesn’t it? Hope things take a turn for the less dramatic soon.

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