I like to think of myself as a worker bee when it comes to writing. One of those "put your butt in the chair every morning for two hours no matter what and get it done" types, but every once in a while, real life knocks the creativity out of you. Last week I found myself thinking, "What if I never get another good idea? What if I never get any ideas? HOW WILL I SPEND MY LIFE?"
Of course, besides being a worker bee, I'm also a drama queen… bee… who occasionally mixes metaphors. The point is, armed with some good books, a notebook, and a promise to take it easy on myself, I managed to coax my muse out of hiding.
What if you could just hire a muse? What would your job listing say?
Must be willing to work flexible hours, including nights and weekends. Must be equally comfortable in my suburban home office, my '96 Toyota, my bedroom at 3 a.m. when I can't sleep, my urban day job office, and during long walks around the park. Commutes between each place are a prime time to hit me with inspiration. I assume you'll be fickle, but I still expect monthly progress reports. No water nymphs; I live in the desert.
Pay: All of the secret glory, none of the credit.
What would you ask of your muse?