The Muse
I’m approaching my self-imposed deadline for my book. As I get closer to the end, the muse is already talking about the next one. I’ve jotted a few notes, but am trying to stay focused on the work at hand. That muse is a funny one. Some days she is quiet and no amount of coaxing opens her up. Other days, sometimes in the most inappropriate moments, she’s yakking away.
When I later review the thoughts she has expressed, I find some that are out there. How could that possible work? Fortunately, those are few and far between. For the most part, she is focused. She craves the end of the book as much as I do.
Having reached this point in the process, I realize that these are the fun days. The days ahead of sending emails and letters, hoping and praying for positive replies will usher in an entirely new set of stresses and pressures. As far as the creative process is concerned, these are the salad days. I enjoy the rewrites, the pondering over the right word or phrase. I tried to refrain from puzzling over these details in the writing of the book. My goal was just to get it down. The rest would come. And here I am enjoying the twilight of the creative process.
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