I Did It - Well, The Muse Did. I Helped A Little

[teddy_radiator]

Well, I know what gloves feel like now. I was labouring (and I mean labouring) over a chapter, and it was as if my Muse slipped his hands within mine and started typing. The chapter wrote itself, with me more or less an interested bystander while my fingers typed away. Well, I may be scoffed, but that's how it felt - like my hands had become the gloves he wore to type. It came out that easily, and 5K words were typed.

I had wondered exactly how to make this bridging chapter work, and I really needn't have bothered. Apparently my Muse knew exactly what to type. This must be what it feels like to draw and see something beautiful emerging from your fingers. I come from very artistic families - one side is artistic, one is musical. I got the musical genes; I can barely draw a conclusion.

And, perversely, I wish I could draw. My two visual Muses, Sempraseverus and Mimimanderly, make it look so effortless. The other day, I bemoaned to the Hubs how I wished I could draw. He turned and gave me what I call 'the look'. It is that look British men must be born with. It is deanpanned, droll and bemused.  "You play several instruments, you sing, you write. What more do you want?"

I want the Muse to drive again. That was cool.