My Muse is a Witch
“I don’t need an alarm clock. My ideas wake me.”
Lately, my muse has been a busy critter. Sending story seeds in the middle of meetings I’m running, driving during bad traffic, in the middle of a shower, and into my sleep when I can’t necessarily capture the moments – safely.
Let’s talk about my lack of sleep. My optimal performance during my waking hours depend on 8 hours of sleep. I can get by on 7 hours for a little while, but due to various health considerations, 8 hours keeps me plugging along. It’s hard to get a solid night’s rest when I have my muse yammering at me all night. The body is dormant, but the brain is having its own party. It doesn’t help I’m a lucid dreamer.
Worse yet? I find myself having long and in-depth planning and plotting sessions with me, myself, and I. It’s hard to get a good night’s sleep when you’re arguing with yourself. I blame the luggage under my eyes on this creature.
A psych counselor might say I have a lot on my mind and I need to focus on my issues to resolve them. Once resolved, I’ll sleep better. Obviously, they’ve never met a writer.
While I’m grateful my muse chooses to visit me, she’s showing her witchy side by starting arguments and dropping story crumbs in the middle of the night.
I can’t live with her and can’t live without her.
- Conversations with a Muse (Part 3 – Lori) (writingthefire.wordpress.com)
- Conversations With a Muse (inklingofasylum.wordpress.com)