My Mind

What do you listen to while you work?

I am a writer after all. The muse lives in there,

Sometimes she’s chatty and inspired, amusing and enchanting. Other times she’s as interesting as a shopping list. Or is that me?

I feel that when I’m firing on all cylinders, pounding the keys and magic is appearing, it’s her, and when the writing talent has deserted me and moved in with a musician, it’s my fault.

The muse is a fickle mistress. She’s your talent, your fiercest critic, mercurial yet brilliant. If only she’d just stay put and stop taking a siesta it would help. Why she has to sleep when I’m wide awake I do not know. Maybe the muse is a tease in her spare time.

I always know when it’s four pm, that’s when inspiration wakes up. In fairness I’m not a morning person so it’s probably when I actually wake up. It’s ten past midnight here in the UK and I’m ready to rock and write.

She is cooperating slightly, but I’ve the feeling she’s also watching a late night film and tossing in ideas during the adverts.

However, if I listen to my mind really hard, give her the focus and attention she deserves, then she’s capable of magic.

There has been more that one occasion where I’ve been going through old writing and found myself thinking “I wrote this?! It’s really amazing!” Then a little voice says “No, I did.”

Which probably explains why I’ve got a 63,000 word book that I recall virtually nothing about.

She’s quite talented that girl, glad she’s my muse even if she is fickle. I ought to try offering her chocolate, that works work with me. Will work for chocolate!

Best love as always

Deb xx