My last post was in April? Really APRIL?

I’ve got this long list of reasons for why I haven’t been writing- they could fill a book ( Anita Marie says  as she rolls her eyes so far back into her head she can see her brain ).

I was so stuck and I went in search of why I was stuck and not writing.

When I think back on it, I was looking for excuses.

And I found one- a good one.

I started reading these articles and posts about people losing touch with their Muse and THAT was the reason they can’t write.

The thing of it is, when I used to visualize my Muse- that creature was my bitch and I didn’t ask it for anything- it was chop, chop we’ve got writing to do and if you can’t help me I’ll go find another Muse because that’s the way of the world baby.

You don’t come up to snuff and your butt is going curbside.

But NO. I started to agree with those articles and went in search of my Muse. That little spark or voice that would give me that push and before you know it, I’d be writing away like a maniac.

If I could just get in touch with my Muse.

Well. Guess what. I did. I reached out and touched my Muse.

Actually, I gave my Muse a whack upside the head  and here I am happily writing away.

Now I don’t know if that’s the way one is supposed to connect with one’s Muse, creative nature- or whatever you call it. All I’m hoping is that I get it together and post again tomorrow.

If not, I’m going to Ebay my little creative voice and find another.

Or maybe I’ll just nail it to the wall – and that sounds like fun too. Almost as much fun as writing.

Somedays those win-wins just rain down on you when you least expect it.