I admit to being one of those people who really doesn't care for the 9-5 thing when it comes to working or writing. I can't really consider writing work because it's something that I love to do. I need to write when the muse strikes.
A muse, in my mind, was some ethereal creature that would whisper encouragement and ideas so softly that the writer would think the thoughts had been their own. A muse would give inspiration, encouragement and solace.
My muse is a bit more... in your face.... My muse tends to give me a mental shake when I'm having problems thinking of what subject to tackle. He (yes, only a male would give me this much grief) has a problem with my writing nonfiction when what I have always been drawn to is fiction.
It's tempting to listen to my muse but if I want to make writing a career or writing online a career, fiction doesn't seem to be the best choice. I have yet to find my niche in writing online and my muse impatiently taps his foot while he waits.
Interesting that my muse seems to resemble the grim reaper more than an ethereal creature to inspire. I fear my muse is trying to tell me something that I refuse to hear.
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