When the Muse Sings

by Mary Sutton / @mary_sutton73

Sometimes, the must sings sweetly, leading us down the path of creativity. And sometimes she bellows, like a fierce wind at our backs.

Fellow writers, I’m sure you know what I mean.

So, I was on vacation last week. Despite the best of intentions (and we all know what those are used to pave), I got nothing written. Yesterday, I spent most of the day running errands and putting post-vacation life back in order. I did get 700+ words written, though. I was informed that equated to approximately three standard manuscript pages (always a good thing to know).

But it was a far cry from my pre-vacation output. Had I lost something? Had the specter of impending employment (yes, a “day job”) scared away my muse?

Well, as of 3:53pm EDT, I have written over 2,000 words. Not including this blog post. That equates to … a lot of pages.

So what happened?

Honestly, I’m not sure. Maybe I just found my groove again. Maybe it’s because I reconnected with my story. Maybe it’s because I don’t feel like melting into a puddle of goo from high heat and humidity.

I don’t know. And I don’t care. All I know is my muse is singing. It’s as captivating as Ella Fitzgerald singing the blues.

Sing, baby, sing.

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