She finally showed her face!

I captured her! My elusive muse finally showed her face. Though she's usually the voice jolting me from a sound sleep, this time she allowed me a glimpse of her "physical" form.


I ignored it at first. This nagging image picking away at the back of my mind. But then I finally had to listen to her. She's never been one to settle for being ignored.

I grabbed a pencil and my granddaughter's crayons and said, "Fine. You want everyone to see the face behind the whispers? Put your image on this page and I'll post it on my blog."

And then we drew. And erased. And sketched some more until she stopped saying, "Don't make me look so old. Erase that line. You've given me a double chin!" She's such a bossy muse.

Have you ever envisioned your muse?

Trapped inside the Manuscript Daze

Twice this week I drove past my exit to work.  The reason? The chatter in my head infiltrated all functioning systems and left me with what I like to call "Pre-manuscript System Failure".

I've got a new work in progress on the back burner and haven't had the chance to sit down and fully plot it out.  Until I purge it onto my spreadsheets and post-it notes, I'll be a prisoner to my muse.

I become quite crazed when a story's cooking.  Once while plotting a manuscript, I ran out of my precious yellow sticky pads.  I happened to glance at our freshly painted bedroom wall, so nice and creamy white.  A primeval plotting beast raged within me, hungered for the stretch of wall.  "Do it.  Iz smooth.  Iz clean. Iz white," the beast growled.

Then my gaze shifted to my husband's photo on the nightstand.  His expression and the premonition of what would happen effectively broke the demon muse's spell.  Is your muse ever naughty or crazed?