Writing Life

Sheesh no wonder I have such a hard time writing. When my muse is swamp monster and my internal editor is Nurse Ratched I consider that I'm doing well just to get through the day. The swamp monster is no fool, she waits until Nurse Ratched has started a light steady snore before rearing her ugly head and demanding attention.

Hissing and spitting, the swamp monster dictates her latest version of the story unfettered by the obstreperous nurse. Of course the seriously cranky nurse gets up pre-dawn and screeches over the swamp mess dribbled on her tidy story. And so it goes.