Well, I Wasn't Expecting That

[madrobins]

I have been using my morning pages (aka journaling) to resolve questions and get out-of-sequence scenes sketched out for the WIP. This morning it didn't want to do that. It wanted to do something else.

Understand, I am not one of those people who talks about her muse lofting her along somewhere. But sometimes you don't want to write what you thought you were going to write, so you write something else. And this morning I found myself writing what looks like another Meviel story--this one involving pirates, of all things. Since I am already half way through a story I'd planned to submit for the next Lace and Blade anthology, I don't need to be writing Meviel stories, or stories about pirates for that matter. And yet. This one has a chamber pot as a plot point; what's not to love?

Still, I do wish my brain would warn me about these impending story showers.

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[jonquil]

People who talk about their Muses creep me out. But then there are the moments when you're working on something and you suddenly realize that you're working the wood against the grain, and that it's not going to go right until you go with the grain, and that your lizard brain is trying to TELL you something.

Swords and chamber-pots YAAAY. Tell me somebody swings from a chandelier and I'll die happy.