Ode to My Muse
Now I lay me down to sleep
I look for peace In slumber deep
Counting characters instead of sheep
My writing brain goes beep beep beep
That change of scene lies in a heap
The villain’s plan just will not keep
And he must sew ‘ere he can reap
The hero, gagged, can only, “Meep.”
“Til the heroine comes at a creep
She’ll cut his bonds and up he’ll leap
Away from lava’s deadly seep
To make the villain gnash and weep
The cobwebs from my brain I sweep
I spill my thoughts on paper cheap
So melancholic I could weep
Now turn off brain. I need my sleep.
Note: I will be touring the North Island of New Zealand for most of this week so I won't be able to respond to you comments, but please feel free to tell me what you think. I'll read the comments when I get back
I like to enter my fictional world while I'm waiting for sleep in the hope that a dream will reveal a plot point. Sometimes it works but not always in the way I expect.
ReplyDeleteI sometimes plot in my sleep, too. It's annoying because I will wake up periodically, knowing that I'm plotting, but of course do I write anything down? No, I roll over and go back to plotting. Sometimes I will devolve other authors' work in my brain. I remember the plot line as if on a graph, the line jogging back and forth, then climbing upward soaring and then falling to conclusion and thinking what a great job that author did plotting. No, I don't remember the author either.
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