Writing has always been (and always will be) a special thing for me. It's been there when I was at my lowest and when I've been at my peak. It has always been tied with music & I can honestly say that I've never written without music in the background. They've gone hand in hand: a perfect marriage. Writing & music have been my sole solace in a world that quickly has been crumbling down around my ears. Without them, I wouldn't have a reason for breathing.
---I do what I want
Showing posts with label muse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label muse. Show all posts
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Mini Rant- Writing
This story is killing me! As soon as it settles me in one direction, it changes horses in midstream and gallops off in a different direction. I'm soooo frustrated and amazed at the same time. My Muse has declared all out war on me and is punishing me for being afraid of him. I cannot run from my Muse. He knows it & has yanked my leash.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Caught Up in the Rapture
I've been enveloped in deep feelings of love lately. Between my Muse & my boyfriend, I've felt drowned in love. All of poems & short stories have been steeped in love and splashed liberally with lust. Words drip with honey and warmth which is leading me down a fairly new path. I've never really took the time to write erotica but I may be looking into it a bit more deeper than before.
---I do what I want
---I do what I want
Friday, July 17, 2009
Cracking the whip
My muse has been cracking the whip on me with an alarming rate. He
shoves & pushes while I stubbornly dig my heels into the ground. I
want to write what he's telling me but I can't release it from pen to
paper. It like writing with a stick on a lake surface. I'm too tired
or stressed to write. Hell, I can't even write in my journal. There's
too much going on in my life & mind to find a channel for it all.
There's so many stories & plots fighting for their chance to get told.
I don't think I enough mental space or sanity to share them all.
shoves & pushes while I stubbornly dig my heels into the ground. I
want to write what he's telling me but I can't release it from pen to
paper. It like writing with a stick on a lake surface. I'm too tired
or stressed to write. Hell, I can't even write in my journal. There's
too much going on in my life & mind to find a channel for it all.
There's so many stories & plots fighting for their chance to get told.
I don't think I enough mental space or sanity to share them all.
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