Why does this always happen??

In case you haven’t noticed I have been a little MIA here on my site.  No posts for nearly a month!

I know you missed me 🙂

Well I’m back at it and like many writers I am always looking for inspiration. I was about to drive for an hour or two so I turned on a podcast featuring a writer to see what advice I could gather on motivation and maybe some new ideas.

After about 30 minutes I had to turn it off.  The writer being interviewed said “like” about a million times.  That is almost as annoying as saying “you know” after every sentence.

My choices at that point were the radio or a CD.  Remember those?  Just for the record I also remember vinyl before it was vinyl, 45rpm records, 8 tracks and cassette tapes.

I could have just continued driving and listened to my own thoughts (always dangerous) but grabbed a CD of a book I have read and or listened to about 100 times but not recently.

It was just what I needed.  The book is “Big Magic” by Elizabeth Gilbert and probably the best book ever on creativity.  Honest and real, it is one book that never gets old.

It did the trick.  I started thinking of kinds of great things to write about and fabulous titles to go with said pieces.

I have a great memory except its short 🙂  Still driving I pulled over to write a few things down on the back of a receipt which I am sure I promptly lost.  Maybe I didn’t but odds are I did.

So here it the question of the day.  Why do all my great ideas come when I am driving, in the shower, running, swimming or biking with no paper or voice app within my reach?

Elizabeth Gilbert writes a whole bit about the writers genius or muse and how she imagines hers is sitting in the corner buffing his nails waiting to see if she is actually doing the work and then just casually pops in to inspire her at random and inconvenient times.

Mine on the other hand reminds me of the insurance guy Mayhem.  Always causing trouble. Add a little Eddie Haskel and it is the perfect storm of inconvenience.  It is like he wants me to have an accident as I reach for my phone while driving, look for the voice memo app to record the brilliant idea bestowed upon me only to have the idea escape me and sail off into oblivion.  Or scribble it on a random piece of paper I happen to find (still while driving) and if it is not lost then it is unreadable.

Someone actually came up with a waterproof notepad and all weather pen to put in the shower for writers like me who have their best ideas come with shampoo and conditioner.

Oops…turns out these were designed for cops, military guys out in the field and rescue workers working in all kinds of weather.  Us writers just tagged along in our nice safe cozy showers with our crazy ideas 🙂

Still Mr. Mayhem the Muse has his fun.  I have actually stopped in the middle of a run to record a great idea.  Listening back it sounds like I am either dying or making a prank phone call with all the heavy breathing.

He laughs hysterically as I sit in front of my laptop trying to figure out what to write next because inspriring me then would be way too easy.

If it is late at night and I give up then he visits me in my dreams with a great story written to perfection and of course makes no sense when I wake up and try to write it down.

Eventually he gets bored of making trouble and grows tired of waiting for the worst time ever to pop in with his gift of ideas .  When that happens he will throw something my way when I can actually write it down.

We have a love hate relationship for sure but I am back on track ready to invade your email on a weekly basis.

As Always Keep Triing…I know I am,


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All grammatical and spelling errors are my gift to you and may you have a magical day or several 🙂

I was recently published in the book ” So God Made a Mother”  and more recently I have a quote in the beautiful companion journal ( you can order it here) and I am working on a yet to be named novel.  My six grandchildren keep me young and my very organized hubby Paul tolerates my very unorganized yiddle ( middle and youngest) self.  Opposites do attract 🙂


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