Sunday, 27 June 2010

The missing muse is not amused but just a moose


I don't know about youse, but I'm not into the muse.

A lot of the time when I sit down to write, I don't. I stare at the computer screen and wonder what's in the fridge or pantry. I trawl through my emails, read other people's blogs, research stuff on Google (it's important to be able to comment on Kristen Stewart's frock at the launch of Eclipse). But occasionally I have moments of inspiration when I write something I think is really good and that maybe someone somewhere would like to read.

There's no angel at my shoulder or spiritual guide flitting around the room when I'm on a roll. I don't blame it on my muse if my day goes pear-shaped. It's my own fault if I frig around doing nothing.

Lucky you if you have a muse. Call me cynical (I've been called worse things) but I have no use for a muse.


In the end it's up to me to get the job done.

2 comments:

Anita Joy said...

Ahh, but Shayne, isn't it nicer to have someone else to blame ;)

Unfortunately I'm a bit with you, I never seem to have a muse - I think my muse did a bunk years ago, lol.

Shayne said...

Anita
Maybe we're two practical people living in an impractical world...

XXX