Jenny: Eureka! I have a story
I was soaking in the bath this evening, as usual. No glass of wine or candles this time; instead just bubbles, a pen and an old unused notebook I’d found on a bookshelf. I was lying back letting conditioner seep into my hair when suddenly she waltzed in~ my muse. “Where the hell have you been?” was my first thought but that quickly changed to something more along the lines of “Oh thank God you’re here. I thought you were dead!”
My muse is a 20-something year old business woman with brown hair pulled up into a too-tight bun and she is always dressed in office attire~ a white blouse with a tight gray skirt and heels. Who knows why? Probably for the same crazy reason she always sits cross-legged on the edge of whatever it nearby; That often used to be my desk, but this time it was the edge of the bathroom sink. Anyway, she was here and I was out of that tub like a rocket, rinsed & dried, into my robe, and at the kitchen table pounding out my first outline since 2002. My pen didn’t stop moving for over an hour. I know my main character, the secondary characters, the whole beginning and how it ends.
I’m stunned. I could use a glass of wine now but I don’t have any in the house.
*Why do I feel like crying?*
Studio Mothers: Life & Art 