|Writings of The Muse|
But I still hate it when he's right.
It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so... smug about it. He's sitting over there in the corner of Renee's mind right now, pretending not to watch me write this blog post, with an obnoxious little smirk of his face. I just want to smack him.
Okay, okay, fine. The Idea Salesman was right. The kittens had overstayed their welcome and it was time to move on and all that.
And I am happy. I really am. I'm not happy I lost an argument with Mr. Obnoxious Smirk, of course, but I am happy to be writing again. And there has been so much writing. It's been glorious. :-)
Renee only got three writing days last week, all of them short. Because of reasons. Altogether, I only had 3.5 hours at the keyboard with her. And we still managed to churn out a net of almost 4000 words.
Boom, baby! That's what I'm talking about! *jumps out of chair* *squeals like a teenybopper fangirl* *dances like a maniac*
*sees Idea Salesman in the corner, smirking*
*searches floor for discarded decorum and sits down *
Now 4000 words in a week might not sound all that impressive to some. Renee saw a tweet from one of her favorite authors just the other day, lamenting the fact that she'd only managed to write something like 6000 words that afternoon.
But let me put that into perspective for you. Over the six preceding weeks, while we were trying to get Familiar going again, we sat at the computer for *coughcoughmumblemumblealittlemorethantwentyfivemumble* hours and only managed to net 700 words. No, we were not revising. We were writing. And deleting. And writing. And deleting. And smashing our head against the wall. And deleting.
It was beyond frustrating.
Not to mention a little embarrassing. In case all the coughing and mumbling didn't clue you in.
(That little spreadsheet we started keeping since reading Rachel Aaron's book last fall has really come in handy, by the way. I mean, we hated it with the unquenchable rage of a thousand fiery suns a few weeks ago, but this week it's quite pretty.)
So things are finally back on track here in Renee's mind. Words are once again flowing and Renee is a much happier person. I am a much happier Muse too. (Just in case all that dancing and squealing before didn't tip you off.) Even the Inner Editor seems pleased with the way things are going.
And the Idea Salesman is, of course, crowing mightily and just that much smugger. Obnoxious little git.