Real writers don’t wait on the muse

‘Hesiod and the Muse’ by Gustave Moreau. So you really think this is how the muse works…? Yeah right.

Don’t think. Just do.

Wanna know how I write? That’s how I write. Write first. Ask questions later.


Because the minute I start to sit there in my chair, lean back, fold my hands under my chin and commence to thinking about what this is I’m about to say, then there’a good chance it won’t ever get said. Because the longer I sit there, the longer I give the resident house demons scurrying around inside my brain little unannounced opportunities to insert themselves into the gears and clog stuff up. Resident house demons are those rattlings and chatterings that make me start to wonder whether or not I’m too tired to write, or whether maybe I oughta be doing something else like catching up on that one TV show. Just whichever one. You know. Doesn’t really matter.

Because see what I’m doing now? I’m writing. I’m walking the dog, and the dog is my muse. Because what I’ve found, contrary to what some say is popular opinion, is that the muse never – or at least rarely – ever taps you on the shoulder and suggests wonderful ideas to write about. The muse never drags you in front of your computer. The muse never does much of anything, to tell you the truth, except laugh at us and point. That is, until you let that muse know you ain’t playin. Not today.

See, the muse is waiting on you, not the other way around. So if you’re sitting there, looking at your watch, waiting on this muse thing to deliver your inspiration like some sorta pizza delivery boy then, yeah, well…


Now break out that whip.

This is being cross-posted on Detroit Ink Publishing.

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2016-05-17 14:00:49 Reply

I am forever indebted to you for this inrnmfatioo.

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