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Today I don’t actually feel like talking about writing. Not really.
I’ve been in a rut. I feel like me and Mr. Muse (just decided he’s male and probably a Taurus–and I’m a Leo, so yeah)…well, we’re not communicating with each other right now–or rather, he doesn’t want to communicate with me. Working together is just blah. All he keeps saying is, “You’re falling behind on your weekly editing quota and not giving it your all, which means you’ve got work to do; you should do it.” No remorse, no words of encouragement. Just the cold hard facts.
Heartless slave driver.
Apparently I missed the part where we had to be bound by the hip 24/7, making googly eyes with one another like we aren’t past the honeymoon stage. Yeah, well, newsflash: that ended about 3.5 years ago.
“You know what? I’ve made good over the past four and a half years, constantly feeding you with inspiration–“
Yeah, I remind him, but it wasn’t always good.
Blank stare. “You are so ungrateful. I can’t always be on my A-game, you know–and neither can you, for that matter.”
“Or…is this even about what I think it is? Is there…is there something else going on that I should know about?”
No comment from the peanut gallery.
Wait, his voice just faltered. *blinks* Hold on, now he thinks I’m cheating on him? I take a couple of breaks and he accuses me of infidelity?
Like I need this.
Maybe we just need some distance from one another for a while, you know? Or should I really just jump back on a stingy, recalcitrant horse?
(*snickers* Oh, he’s fuming now…)
Hmm… In either case, it won’t be pretty.
Okay, last night we actually got some late-night work done and…it was good. We felt the magic again.
Maybe I was just overreacting. Maybe I felt too close to him (he always wants to spend time together) and I just needed, well, a break. (He can be possessive, though not in a threatening way.) Really, though, he isn’t so bad.
Most of the time.
I’ll officially go apologize to him later. Getting inspired work done doesn’t quite count.
So how’s your relationship with your muse?
Is it as petty as mine, or do you pretty much get along? Also, is yours male or female?
(You think I’m joking, but I’m quite serious.)