While I struggled this week to find my desk and complete my daily writing assignment, my muse did not remain silent. In fact, she was like Coben’s muse, annoying, exasperating, and irksome. I wrote on the back of receipts, on my phone and tried to remember her great ideas as I drove in rush hour traffic. When I found a pocket of time to write, I nearly screamed when someone interrupted me.
I believe my muse has become accustomed to my daily writing sessions. She was not amused when I skipped our appointed time. I did my best to appease her, to show her I still care. She badgered me. I promised her an uninterrupted writing session this weekend. She pouted. Hopefully, when I sit to write as promised, she will not be mute.
How do you tame your muse?