Today, I felt quite unstrung by everything I wanted to do. Mostly, I feel I should slow down and smell the flowers, get done what I need to, and sleep and exercise. how then, should I find time to write today? For that, i asked one of my muses. I asked Sage, my ancient muse. Well, she whispered in my ear, most sagely, words I will share:
Do it, then be gone. Do everything the same. Do it, then be gone. Move on. The point is, keep moving. Smell the flowers and smile. Then move on. Slow or fast. Better slow. But never, never fall pray to Hamlet's dilemma: "To do or not to do" for he who hesitates or lost. Never count the stairs are you ascend or descend. Just do, then move on.
Sage then exited my consciousness as the microwave buzzer dinged. Coffee done. Drink, then leave for errands, knowing an inspiration or three will flash as I am driving. Then to the health club. Not hard or long. Just do it, then be gone.
I wondered what my younger muse might say, and before I could ask her, she of the unnamed younger self muse popped up. Inherit your selves. All your selves. Keep the young and old in mind and inherit and live all your selves. She has such a sweet smile as she runs helter skelter with her arms akimbo and barrette falling out of her hair. One cannot help but love her.
Then my Super Ego. Oh I do hate that one. I warned her: I will not read the Nancy Drew someone gave me. I always hated that book and will never like it. Though I do not mind plot driven fiction, I always found that series way too wanting in human detail, the stuff of real writing. So be it.
Then, should I open my eyes from typing and look at the prompts? Good idea.
Amazing I don't seem to have many typos for someone typing with eeyesl closed. Praise the touch typing method.
I am entering contests. I hope to achieve nothing but a learning experience - the experience of forcing myself to improve my work to my current best - then to brave the world and send my work.Â Must love process more than the result. Results are nice, but they always invlve more work. So process, process, process.
I have one prediction for my afternoon: I shall see a white dragon. In fact, I see her already:
She will become another Muse, perhaps Aphrodite, Minerva and Athena rolled into one. Then I can let that White Dragon, whom I shall now name.. hmm. a toughie... but I shall name her...Lykrypia, which I think I just made up, but perhaps has something to do with wolves, Cyprus, Lore.....anywho... Lykrypia shall become like a unicorn and a white knight, the huntress, the seeker, the gomuse of love....and...
Do it, then move on.
For that I must.
Thank you for reading.Â Though I do not like the name Lykypria, but I think my muse shall be unnamed, but a new Muse, descended from Aphrodite, Minerva, Athena and The Oracle at Delphi.