Here I am slaving away with the story just starting to really hum and Swampy, aka my itinerant muse, wanders in blathering on about an entirely new story. This is not the first time he's done this.
I'm a reasonable woman, I can tell he's enthused, which is a very good thing. Swampy continues to rattle on and I dutifully made notes. When he finally pauses, I say,"Thank you I've got it all down in a new file. Now can we please get back to work?"
Swampy starts in again on the new hero, who does sound great, as if I hadn't spoken.
Fine, I turn up the tunes, let him inspire the air.
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My Swampy has all these great ideas and I faithfully scribble them down - only to find they don't make sense when I next look at them. Course, that's not helped by writing in the dark as I reach hand out of bed, putting his ideas on a sheet of paper already filled with notes. My writing is bad enough at the best of times.
Sympathies on the difficult to decipher notes, Barbara. :)
BTW, I saw a great review for your The Small Print the other day. http://mary-whispers.blogspot.com/2011/09/small-print-by-barbara-elsborg.html
Congratulations!
OOh I hadn't seen that, Evanne. Thank you!
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