My inspirational muse is very fickle lately. While she is dropping story plots left and right, the actual nitty-gritty business of writing these tales keeps skittering away from me. Mean muse.
Of course, some of the blame can be placed on me. I live a busy life for a starving artist. Keeping up a household and helping care for Baby Boy makes life at my home interesting and always hopping. Add to this catering to several mildly insane pets and being on call for family. I’m never bored.
Sometimes I wonder if I should write a story based on the eventful hours of my days. Baby Boy fills a lot of those hours. A story about his life so far would be funny, sad, hopeful and soaked in Grandma’s love.
Houdini Cat above is an interesting character. He hates the other animals. He tolerates me and my fellow lesser beings to a degree. He tries to escape but because his size slows him down, he’s easily caught. But, he never gives up.
I told a dear friend recently that I felt my writing was dying. I realize now I was wrong. The size of my responsibilities may slow me down and force my writing to take a backseat, but, like my fat white cat, I’ll never give up. I’ll keep floating in my sea of dreams.
Current enthusiasm is sharpening intangible knives and co-authoring at Rubicon Ranch