I'm almost finished the sequel to the book. About four pages from the end. And then I'm going to start the last book in the trilogy. Yep, it's a trilogy. An SF trilogy, that's what's here.
I know why the Greeks called it inspired-- these books have moved into me. They're living inside me, and all my living is connected to writing them. It really is like being possessed by some sort of Other being. I see why the Greeks thought it was a God. I feel like something's inside me. And man, it won't leave me alone, either. GET UP, it nags at four in the morning. GET UP AND WRITE ME.
And I do. You don't argue with a god-thing when it's moved in.
Also, may I add? I love it. There is nothing like being possessed by the writing demon. I hope he stays forever. (Well, I know he won't. But I'm doing everything I can, including getting up at four a.m. and drinking coffee and Snakebites and whatever else he wants, not to scare him away.)
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I know what you mean about being held captive by the muse. It hits, it carries you, it invades your thoughts, it wakes you, it makes you think and write, even when the computer or pen and paper are not near. The good thing is, you are writing and writing and writing. Congratulations on the completion of the second of three.
Spitting, green-eyed jealousy here, thank you very much. Not that you're writing, but that you're allowed to have the time to write. But thanks for letting me vicariously experience it, anyway.
You know, I wish I knew where it had come from. It scared me to death to know it's going to go away one of these mornings. Probably soon, too. We need like a *tap* into the muse. Or a drug. Wouldn't that be great, if we could tap into inspiration the way we can take Xanax. I'd love to swallow me some writing demon....
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