muse witchGood morning my darklings.  I’ve had my coffee and am sitting here with a cigarette after staring at a blank screen way too early in the morning.  It seems I’m on my own.  My muse delivered some good ideas to start a story but then left me hanging.  That’s okay, though.  It’s been a while since I wrote anything, even a short story to submit somewhere.  I’m rusty.

Maybe she wasn’t sleeping.  Maybe she felt ignored and is teaching me a lesson.  I can’t rely completely on the magic of a muse to guide me.  Perhaps I need to rely on me.  We make our dreams come true by sitting at that computer and submitting to publishers and agents.  The muse has nothing to do with that.

I had an experience with a bad agent once and wasted years of my life being told there was hope and then that I’d been rejected.  A group of us left after we were fed up with waiting and being force-fed lies.  Now many of them are published and I’m part of the rest of them that are signed with publishers and getting first edits and on our way.  And we did it on our own.  Except, of course, for the support of each other.

So I guess the point I’ve learned and am trying to share is, don’t wait for it to happen.  You can do this on your own.