Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Oh, geez, yeah. I hate getting to the point where I *really need* some art supply, and am short. It's like rushing to the stall and discovering that there is no paper. Some days, it all comes together and is great - that nudge, supplies, time. And then there are the times that something's missing. If it's time, well, I didn't need to sleep, anyway, but sitting there without supplies, oh, that hurts.

People get far too unnecessarily soppy about having a muse, with the swooning and the homilies and the sense that it makes one better than unarty mortals

I like my muses, I really do. I wish that they wouldn't prod me with story plots, image ideas, or lyrics in the middle of cooking supper, watching my son's high school graduation, and so on.

However, I have noticed how an idea that I picked up from Heinlein's and Pornelle's comments about the writing trade, that sitting down and doing on a regular basis seems to get the muses on a regular cycle also. It's like, if they know that I'm going to working on music or writing, etc. 30 minutes or so, nearly every day, they show up then.

I like that. It's so hard to write down a lyric when you're frying chicken...

Janice (Who's not really very good at any of the above activities, but tries anyway...)