Mugged By a New Idea
Oct. 30th, 2004 02:19 pmI woke up this morning with another idea chomping at the bit, dying to be written down.
My writing psyche seems to be all hot and bothered lately. I'm not complaining, mind you. It's better to have ideas than not, and even when I'm involved in the comfort of having someplace to go every day—i.e., churning out a novel—my psyche is restless. But having ideas is not the same thing as completing a work of fiction. I'd like it to settle down a bit so I could finish something. "Apply myself," as my teachers in school were always urging me.
I think it's partly because I'm scampering free after the long haul of writing my novel, so I'm not too worried about it. I'll settle down sometime. In the meantime, I guess, I just have to ride out the idea storm.
Really, I'm not complaining, O Generous and Fecund Muse.
My writing psyche seems to be all hot and bothered lately. I'm not complaining, mind you. It's better to have ideas than not, and even when I'm involved in the comfort of having someplace to go every day—i.e., churning out a novel—my psyche is restless. But having ideas is not the same thing as completing a work of fiction. I'd like it to settle down a bit so I could finish something. "Apply myself," as my teachers in school were always urging me.
I think it's partly because I'm scampering free after the long haul of writing my novel, so I'm not too worried about it. I'll settle down sometime. In the meantime, I guess, I just have to ride out the idea storm.
Really, I'm not complaining, O Generous and Fecund Muse.