Saturday morning, I was bitten by the bug. Not a bedbug from the Waldorf-Astoria. Not a West-Nile-Virus-infected mosquito flitting about the heartland. Not a butt-biting bug sent by karma to restore balance to the universe. THE bug. The urge to write.
A plethora of submission ideas surged through my head. I grabbed my little notebook the boys gave me for Mother's Day, and jotted away while waiting for the shower to warm up. Wrote 676 words as my hair dried itself though the courtesy of evaporation. Composed one story while driving to town for a 44 oz. Diet Coke. Squirreled away three blog post ideas for the future. Polished up some tarnished, dusty old cliches. Coined a few new words. Awarded myself the unused 2012 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, before remembering that I don't write fiction, then rescinded the honor, plucked that feather right out of my cap.
It might have just been my thyroid medication.
Still, I have been writing this weekend. Meeting more than merely my self-imposed, two-blog-posts-per-day, no-consequences deadline. That the laundry remains undone is of no concern to me. I can toss in a load overnight, and dry it in the morning.
Pardon me. I've got to get back to some submission pieces. Nothing lights a fire under Val like a rapidly-approaching deadline. And a 44 oz. Diet Coke. And those thyroid meds.
I just sent off my twisted, not-really-a-romance "Fifty Shades of Santa" submission. Lots of tongue-in-cheek stuff, which means no lurid places to put the tongue. Lots of snarky and not any really sexy parts. We'll see. If it is not accepted, it is going to serve in the place of a holiday newsletter.
ReplyDeleteTake a double dose of thyroid meds, make the Diet Coke the largest size, and see what happens...
Love it when that muse takes hold. Mine came up with an entire story when I awoke this morning. I may have to chase the elusive details. Write on!
ReplyDeleteSo glad your creative muse is chomping on you. I know we can expect great things from you.
ReplyDeleteYay, Val!!!! You go, girl! I've learned that letting not only the laundry go, but also the dishes, the dusting, the vacuuming, and any errands that should be run, really gives me lots of writing time! AND since I've been in the muse for quite a while now...it's working!! Again I say...You go girl!! (I also keep a little bowl of some thrown together snacks on my desk...those cracker-fishies, some chocolate (obviously!), animal crackers (which the name is so deceiving...) and diet soda and/or coffee!
ReplyDeleteThe laundry will be there ...... Write on!
ReplyDeleteI wish you would do like the kids at school do and sneeze in my direction.
ReplyDeleteSioux,
ReplyDeleteI think you are what they call AN ENABLER!
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Linda,
Mine gave me the schematic of a 1950s style long canister vacuum cleaner. Hey! I can blog about it tonight. Thank goodness YOUR muse is the one who demands exercise. I shall not be chasing details. Or anything else, for that matter.
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Stephen,
Maybe I can write a novel, and call it GREAT EXPECTATIONS! I'll give you a dedication.
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Becky,
I really like that snack idea. I wonder if I can keep a bowl of gas station chicken on my desk...
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Kathy,
You are SO right. Laundry is always there. Even an hour after it's done.
Tammy,
ReplyDeleteLike skateboarding, communicating by fingers on a tiny touch screen, and sashaying down the hall in low-rise jeans...that is a talent best left to the young.
"communicating by fingers on a tiny touch screen, and sashaying down the hall in low-rise jeans" sounds like great lyrics for a hit song. I want to hear more.
ReplyDeleteknancy,
ReplyDeleteI'll get right on that. My garage band, Mommy's Got a Headache, is in need of original material. Of course, I'm not up to the likes of "Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor on the Bedpost Overnight." But I'm close to "Henry the 8th."