After the eight day orgy of pondering, analyzing, ogling and downright perving Guy, I wondered if I would respect myself in the morning. After the initial rush over having actually completed the project, I feel conflicted: glad it’s done, relieved to take a break, yet anxious to continue writing. My thoughts are a whirl. As the writers have all stated during FanstRAvaganza, it’s important to hone your craft by writing, writing, writing. Yes, I thought, I want to be like you when I grow up. I shall rise the day after and court my muse.
Sadly my muse isn’t feeling helpful. He grudgingly returned after I criticized his appearance, looking maddeningly the same. He peered over my shoulder throughout the fest, emitting smug grunts of approval as I toiled. He’s again sprawled, silent and juggling that Bag of Goodies. I wrack my brains for A Topic having nothing to do with all the fest reading I haven’t finished, my writing I haven’t dissected, and feelings I’ve yet to analyze. I recall a famous author once mentioning the curious letdown after a project is finished. What do writers do to revive themselves, to get the literary juices flowing again. They don’t really say. Apparently they don’t have arrogant silent muses convinced it’s all about them.
So bear with me Dear Reader. I probably fried my brain pawing through tens of Guy pictures and videos. Damn, that was a tough job. I anticipate spinning my wheels a bit until my gears slip back into place, sanity returns, and I plow through over 40 posts.
Meanwhile, here’s a another shiney.