As this day, October 16th, approached, I began to panic. I had a deadline for a story, and just couldn't seem to get the right feel, the right flow of my words.
It seemed the harder I tried, the more chopped up and butchered my story became. I stepped away from the manuscript for a couple of days. I didn't read it. I thought about it. I tossed ideas around in my mind, but I left it alone.
Last night, I sat down at my computer determined to have a date with my teasing muse. She dangled bits of inspiration just out of my reach for days!
But she finally showed up. We danced for hours last night. She stimulated my mind, tickled my creative nooks, and told my fingers where to land on the keyboard.
Before I knew it, I had finished one story... then two... then a third that I hadn't even considered before!
I'm pleased with our date. It turned out well, much better than I could have imagined.
With the deadline, I felt like an hourglass was looming overhead and sand of golden hues was quickly spilling through the tiny passageway.
As the last granule of sand made its way down the narrow tunnel, I hit save. Thank you, muse, together we make a great team!
May you have the next dance with your muse, and may your hourglass work in your favor as you write the cyber highway...