I have been sitting at my computer for around an hour, trying to come up with an idea for this blog. And granted, I have allowed the internet to distract me. But that's because I am idea-less. I have written probably around 500 words, and then deleted them, because it's rambling, or not what I want to talk about or whatever. :\ *points to self* Perfectionist? So my cursor just blinks and blinks and blinks at me, while the page remains mostly empty. It's like I'm trying to write an essay that I don't have a thesis for, or a story that I can't think of an ending for. (Oh, Merlin, that's the worst!) The Muse is funny that way - it can be so active one moment, and just...gone the next. Lockheart said that fame was fickle. Well, I say that dear Muse, you are pretty damn fickle.
I mean, he - and by he, I usually mean Mister Draco Malfoy. He seems to pop into my head and take over. Have I ever told you the time I was writing a fanfiction and he just inserted himself in? No? Well he did. And it was supposed to be a Hermione/Charlie fanfiction for my friend, but then DRACO decided that he wanted to be the center of attention. What a prat. BUT ANYWAY. He always strikes at the worst times. Like when I'm trying to sleep. Or when I'm working/at school. Or even when I just don't have my journal. I get this amazing idea - whether it be for my book, or for art, or for whatever - and I can't do anything about it. I scribble some notes down on a scrap of paper, but by the time I go to do something about it, he's run off to wherever it is that he vacations at and smirks at me. Prat.
This is exactly what happened to me when it comes to BEDA. I had SO MANY ideas on Friday, but I wouldn't let myself blog abut it, because then it wouldn't be about BEDA. But I didn't write them down. And now the Muse is off galavanting. Merlin only knows where. STRIKE ME NOW!
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Nope. Nothing. Sigh.
Haha I love that, whenever you can't write -- just write about not being able to write! Perfect. I know what you mean about the whole muse thing, obviously, as I'm struggling to find something to vlog about.
ReplyDeleteHaha, that's what it came out as! I had thought about writing about how Time was a Fickle Bitch, but I think I may save that for a later blog when I can plan it out a little better instead of just rambling.
ReplyDeleteIt amuses me how interesting it is reading you writing about how you can't think of anything to write.
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