Has anyone seen my Muse?

Her name is KayKay and she’s small and feisty, about two inches tall and has red hair and wears big, oversized glasses. I was trying to find a picture and discovered, she looks a lot like Daria, but with a huge smile (Daria without a smile looks a lot like NayNay, come to think of it). KayKay usually sits on my left shoulder, suggesting ideas for what to write and talking over my Editor, whose name is NayNay. She’s sitting on my right shoulder, yelling that this is the lamest blog post EVER and trying to get me to go back and fix the  grammar and spelling mistakes in the first sentence RIGHT NOW before I even get the words down on paper.

These two have been battling it out for years. For a long time KayKay just gave up the ghost and NayNay has had years of being the only voice in my head. She’s a good friend to have at work, where I have to write serious, factual stuff all the time. It doesn’t matter that by the time she’s finished, it’s dry as dust, because that’s what I get paid to do and my audience is a bunch of software developers so I have to speak their language. (KayKay tries to sneak in some stuff in the overviews, which are always longer than anyone else’s, plus I often put in a Background section or History, which gives me more room and flexibility to speak to non-techies.)

But about six months ago – middle of May to be exact – KayKay came back and settled in for the first time in years. Since then we’ve been going gang busters every morning, turning out page after page – over 200 pages – of blog posts. Now I’m not saying they are Pulizter award winning or anything, but they are readable and entertaining and informative (or so my comments have said!) and I’m proud of how consistently I’ve been writing.

But the last two days, no muse. Is she angry with me? Was it because I wasn’t listening? Was it because I’ve been working too much and not spending enough time writing? If you are listening, KayKay, then please, please forgive me. I need you and I promise to stop overworking and listening to NayNay so much.

Come back soon.

Grandma Stinky

I’ve started writing fiction again. I made up the Grandma Stinky stories for Jacob, several years ago.  I also had stories about four brothers that Jacob liked because he’s always wanted brothers. So I decided to combine them into one series. The first story starts with the boys setting off on an Appalachian thru hike because quite frankly, I have Springer fever. I keep having fantasies about quitting my job and taking off on a six month hike. Been there, done that. At least this way, I get to keep my job, but get to plan the hike and write it as if I was there.

So my blogging time will be shortened for a while, until I finish boot camp and scuba. Then I should get a bit more time to write.

This is week six of boot camp and I do feel stronger, but oh so tired. I find it interesting that I’m stronger, but my cardio and endurance are maybe not as good as they were when I was doing straight cardio. Jacob and I hiked up Stone Mountain yesterday and it was a bit harder than the last time I went. (Although hopefully, if I’d been wearing a backpack, that part would have been easier!) Another reminder that I have to do both.

Had a quiet Labor Day weekend. Did get my bathroom dug out and clean and organized. Hauled a huge amount of clothes over to the thrift shop to donate. It feels weird to be donating my goal clothes, but a lot of my size 14’s are too big. May also have to give away some of the 12s and 10s I bought, because I had either forgotten or just didn’t know that I was a petite on top. I’ve always thought the too long sleeves and weird cut was because I was too fat.  I wear an average bottom, but I’m looking for petite tops. How about that?

Oh – nearly forgot – I was able to button a pair of size 8 pants this weekend. They were so tight, Fred said they looked as if they had been painted on. They were some sort of stretch blue jean fabric, which is why I could fasten them. But it was fun. Makes my legs look very long and skinny. Can’t wait until I can actually breath and sit in them!  Maybe I can wear them to the opening of Marie’s bar in October. That would be fun.

Big day at work, so gotta get going.  Have a great week!