Welcome back! Joining us on our BOOKCATION now is author, Callie Hutton, who has brought along a special guest - her Muse! Err...well, maybe not...She's probably basking in the sun somewhere but hopefully she'll join Callie later! ☺
When your muse takes a vacation
Ordinarily, my muse and I get along quite well. She arrived when I was quite young, actually. She wasn’t all that helpful during my school career when I had to write those exceptionally boring, and pointless, term papers. Except in my creative writing class when she really jumped front and center.
As a young child, she helped me tolerate long family car trips, where I was always squished in the middle of the back seat between older sister and younger brother. She also helped me fall asleep at night, when she would weave amazing stories where I was the star. Beautiful, smart, rich—all the things a little girl dreams of.
During my various careers she either trudged with me to the office each day—when I worked for corporate communications at Chase Manhattan Bank in New York City, or lapsed into a coma when I sold insurance. But she was always there at night time when my head hit the pillow and we continued with the story of my fabulous (read: pretend) life.
About three years ago, we became BFF when I wrote my first book. God, I loved her. She arrived each morning, glowing with good health. We put our heads together and wonderful things spewed forth from my laptop. We high fived each other on a regular basis.
That lasted about six months. Then I noticed a change in her temperament. The only way to describe it is—grumpy. Sometimes she smiled and shone like a brilliant star, other times she groused about the lack of coffee and needing a nap.
There were days she disappeared completely, but when she returned never gave me a clue where she’d been. Said it was a secret. Ha! Other times she hid in the back of my bedroom closet, arms crossed, and snarled at me, even though I warned her about deadlines. Bribery didn’t work very much either. Eventually, she would dust herself off, work like the devil to reach that deadline and then offer a smug smile.
The worse time, and it’s only happened once, my muse took a vacation. Days and days of the black hole as I stared at a blank computer screen, and wailed in agony for her to return. I called, texted, FB’d, tweeted, skyped. Nothing. She was gone. I pounded the keyboard, paced the room, wrote gibberish, then violently pushed the ‘delete’ button.
She returned. With absolutely no explanation, and merely raised her eyebrows with disdain when I told her how much I missed her. She coolly brushed me aside and wrote up a storm.
Come to think of it, she’d make a great heroine, but she refuses to let me write her.
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