I just got over one cold and feel another coming on. My throat was a little iffy Monday morning, and I spent much of Sunday sleeping, or just being lazy with a book. All in all it was an incredibly unproductive weekend, writing-wise. Saturday I spent the day baking cookies with my mom, and went out with my best friend for her birthday Saturday night. It was a blast, but no writing was done. The winter blahs are rough, especially since it seems much of the season is spent being sick, or fighting being sick. Not to mention when the average high for the week is 17, all I want to do is curl up under the comforter with puppies and a good book.
Last night I read through HTTS Lesson 2. I’ll work on the exercise for it tonight. I’m excited about this one, it sounds like a lot of fun. It’s an exercise to help you shut off your conscious mind and get in touch with your Muse. I think I really need this. I have lots of ideas for stories, but they don’t often go further than the general idea. And I must admit I’m a bit jealous of people who can personify their Muse. Male or female, animal, human, something else. My Muse has no form whatsoever, so little so that it almost makes me wonder if it exists at all. I mean, every artist has a Muse, right? So who/what is mine? Maybe I’ll figure that out in the coming weeks. I sure hope so.