Why the Mulling Muse?
My muse mulls. She does not have instantaneous jolts of divine inspiration. No light-bulb, aha moments. She ruminates. She sighs a lot and scratches her head. She pauses for insufferable periods of time between keystrokes. She deletes and rewrites. She sulks and sweats, pouts, rants and sometimes cries. And, occasionally she comes up with something that ain't half bad and once in a blue moon something that ventures on pride fills her soul. Then with tenacity and humility she begins to mull again.
I can so relate to your mulling muse ...
ReplyDeleteYou are very lucky...my muse hits me over the head - sometimes chains me to the drawing table - always when I need to do something else. If I try to sit and be reasonable with my muse it disappears... It leaves me with these musings that I must then defend! Maybe I could borrow your muse a bit to lure my muse into more friendly ways?
ReplyDeleteI dunno snowbird, my muse can be very frustrating. : )
ReplyDeleteI think I know this muse too. Great blog.
ReplyDeletethanks! Do you have one?
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, Sharon. Maybe our muses should go out for some mulled wine--LOL!
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