Cacophony ~ (n) A disagreeable sound; discord of sounds
As writer's, some of us aspire to the wonderful delusion that "the muse" inside us needs to be treated with care, fed chocolate and given a place on honor in order for her/him to grace us with their magical tales that will translate to the easy task of writing of a book.
Don't believe it.
I believe it was the talented Nora Roberts who once wrote "the muse is a fickle bitch" and I couldn't agree more.
For a brief time, I imagined "the muse" as a greek goddess, lounging leisurely on my living room couch draped in white muslin and of course, eating grapes and chocolate while spewing heavenly tales that would land me an agent or at the very least a NY print contract.
Yup - that muse is a bitch. She's on vacation more than anyone I know, she flits from one story idea to the next when I'm struggling in the sagging middle. While she's drinking razzaritas and popping chocolate kisses in her mouth, I'm eating granola bars and wondering why last year's pants are getting snug around the ass.
If you think being a romance author equates to days spent drinking, eating and being wrapped in a pink feather boa while the muse whispers bestsellers in your ear - think again.
Writing may be a creative, wonderfully personal, endeavor - but it's a business. If you want to sell your book, you and you alone are going to have sit down and write it. You will have to get that butt in the chair, you are going to have to plot and figure out character traits and point-of-view.
YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO WORK!
You can't depend on the muse any longer, you can't fall back on the excuse that you didn't write today because "the muse" didn't show up for work. Sometimes that bolt of inspiration is going to strike while your sitting at the keyboard, sometimes it won't. But what sets the real writer apart from the pack is the fact that we show up for work - every day. We don't wait for the muse come calling, we know she can't be won over by begging, pleading or promises of diamonds.
Where's your muse today?
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“While she’s drinking razzaritas and popping chocolate kisses in her mouth…”
Ahem! I resemble this remark.
Honestly, Gertrude (my muse), is probably at the bar for Happy Hour. In Cancun. Enjoying an endless supply of razzaritas. I hope she at least thinks to send me a postcard. Gina Ardito(Quote)
I’m not sure I have a muse… I mean, what’s a muse anyway? Why should I give someone else the credit for all my great ideas???? Better yet, why should you?!
it’s a little like beleiving in leprechauns.