mildlyaroused
silly bitch
- Joined
- Mar 23, 2023
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... of writing!
Does anyone else find that they write some of their best work, or stumble across some of their best ideas, precisely when they are not meant to be writing?
When we have guests over, and I have become rather keen for them to leave, my muse seems to be functioning in its optimum conditions. Maybe the pH is just right. In any case, some of my best ever passages of prose were written in ten minutes, when I crept away from the living room to my bedroom. Some of my greatest authorly revelations were made in waiting rooms, or just before guests arrived.
It's funny how that happens. And it has always been the case for me. I distinctly remember a night when I was younger, having cousins around (unexpectedly, since my parents never warned me about guests) for the night. While we were all watching a movie, I sat at the back and typed away as maniacally as I could without drawing attention to myself. I'm still proud of the chapter I wrote during that evening.
Then once the guests leave, I sit at my writing desk, and I find myself blocked for inspiration. I suppose the grass is always greener....
Does anyone else find that they write some of their best work, or stumble across some of their best ideas, precisely when they are not meant to be writing?
When we have guests over, and I have become rather keen for them to leave, my muse seems to be functioning in its optimum conditions. Maybe the pH is just right. In any case, some of my best ever passages of prose were written in ten minutes, when I crept away from the living room to my bedroom. Some of my greatest authorly revelations were made in waiting rooms, or just before guests arrived.
It's funny how that happens. And it has always been the case for me. I distinctly remember a night when I was younger, having cousins around (unexpectedly, since my parents never warned me about guests) for the night. While we were all watching a movie, I sat at the back and typed away as maniacally as I could without drawing attention to myself. I'm still proud of the chapter I wrote during that evening.
Then once the guests leave, I sit at my writing desk, and I find myself blocked for inspiration. I suppose the grass is always greener....