Alas, it was not to be.
As soon as I sat down to work this morning, who showed up but the dog...the one who nudges my arm relentlessly until I surrender and take her out. Again and again. All day long.
Before long the boys in the basement started hooting and hollering about something, but did they send up a single thing? No! Not one line of dialogue, not a single strong verb, not one fresh metaphor.
Then who walked in...uninvited...but my Inner Critic. I hate it when she shows up. She stared over my shoulder all morning long and nixed every line I wrote, "Nope. Not good enough. Nah. Get rid of it." She was starting to get on my nerves when my oppositional-defiant muse showed up.
Well! You should have seen the look on my inner critic's face! She picked up her things and stomped out of the house in a huff. And by the looks of things I don't think she'll be back any time soon.
Thank God for my muse. The way she explained it to me today was this: If you don't love what you have written, no one else will. You can't please everyone, but you must please yourself.
So I'm ready to get back to work today...before the dogs get restless, before the boys in the basement start acting up, and before my inner critic has second thoughts and shows up at the back door again. If you ask me, she's just lonely...with some borderline tendencies.
How do you handle your inner critic? Does she ever get you down? Has your muse ever stepped in to help?
"Don't let them tame you!"
In my next post, I'm going to talk about what Julia Cameron refers to as "crazymakers".