Thursday, February 11
Getting Through The Cluttered Mind
by Margie Senechal
This meme pretty much sums up my process. Lots of thinking that sometimes leads to typing.
I don't know if I have figured out what feeds my muse the best. IF I did, I might have more written.
Like everyone else, I read, watch television and movies, eat...but, what's the winning ticket?
The last few weeks, I've been feeling as if I'm surrounded in chaos. My furniture, circa the 90's or older--is too big, my office is too stuffed with stuff--cue George Carlin here, and don't even get me started on the garage--agh @#%!! There's not even a clear path to the fuse box anymore. Clutter, clutter, clutter.
I think my muse needs me to get organized, so she can think without worrying about the muss.
I'm a good organizer. It's what I do at work. Find places for new product, rearrange walls of product to create an attractive and shoppable area. And while I focus on that, the muse thinks in the back recesses of my mind.
So,when I begin the organization process at home, I find my mind wondering into fields of words. And then--look, there are pages of a book I started last year. I glance at the pages, sitting to read them. This was good--why did I stop? I even had two agents interested with the pitch, but then---oh yeah, Ana and the suitcases came along.
My problem isn't a muse. It's focus. Getting and staying focused. Time and focus. Oh, and clutter.
So--I need a decluttering maid, a time-turning watch like Hermoine had, and a Limitless pill. That should do it and then I'll be able to write unheathered.