I’ve been traveling often these days, but a part of me has decided it is time to hunker down and write. That part is already scribbling notes on new stories even as I figure out the book on contract and work on certain tweaks that my agent has suggested on You Beneath Your Skin.
When I see people in shops, I want to take pictures, or make up stories about them, put them together with other people on the streets. Yesterday when I drew up at a mall for a meet (don’t ask) and the security checked the car boot, I wondered what it would be like if they found a dead body in there.
On a weekend trip, I began thinking of what I’d do if I were left behind, marooned in a jungle, an isolated spot when I was trying to take a picture. Lots of places without phone signals.
At a stunning lookout spot over a valley in the mist, standing under an umbrella in the driving rain, I imagined someone pushing an unwary person down the hill.
Clearly, my crimey-muse is working non-stop. As is my love for words you can taste, swirl around in your mouth, and last night I indulged it by scribbling some purple prose late into the night because I was too exhausted to edit.
I’d do more of that today, but here I am on the blog instead because I realize I need to keep showing up here or I would just scribble around on random notebooks.
What about you? For non-writers, do you ever sit and do things you like instead of the tasks on your calendar? As writers does the muse ever play with you at times? Do you miss writing when you can’t settle down to write?
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