The muses ate my homework…

C.E. Grundler

I was hoping by today I’d have ironed out something I was researching for a post, but no such luck. In fact, I’ve fallen down one of those infamous internet rabbit holes, and currently have over a dozen tabs open on my browser. Worse yet, each of those tabs leads me in several more directions, so as fast as I finish one article, I find I’ve opened three more. But my muses were having none of that.  Right now they have a serious case of tunnel vision. They want to go to the madness and mayhem amusement park, and refuse to work with me on anything else. They weren’t cooperating yesterday or the day before – they knew Thursday was coming but showed zero mercy. No, they had murder on their collective minds, and were gleefully providing me with an abundance of ideas revolving around a corpse and a fifty gallon drum. As I’ve said before, they’re a twisted, delightfully warped bunch, and once they get on a roll, the ideas keep coming, meshing, creating more improbable twists and perverse situations. This is the part of writing I love, when the plot unfolds the way the characters dictate, even throwing me for a loop at times.  It’s just that sometimes it comes at the most inconvenient times, but that’s muses for you. They delight in cooperating in the most uncooperative ways. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that you can’t argue with determined muses.

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