We are not a-Mused… or are we?

My office is a hellhole.

It is ordinarily among the tidiest parts of the house, since I find it psychically crippling to try to work in disorder. But I was working like a crazy lady to get out ATCs for Mimi's swap (which I thought, erroneously, was due last week… 'twas in fact due the week before. Oops.) And this particular artistic endeavor involved getting out four pans of chalk, two boxes of mica pigments, a crap-ton of rubber stamps, a rainbow's worth of watercolor crayons, a Sharpie, a box of inkjet transparencies, about thirty-eleven stamp pads… yeah, well, you get the picture.

And guess where all of the art supplies that I pulled out are now? If you guessed "still all over the counter," then WOW! You are right!

And guess where all of the stuff (inbox, file box, etc.) that is usually on the counter had to go–and languishes still–in order to make room for art supplies? If you guessed "on the floor," then WOW! You are right!

Then I got a super-wonderful package of beautiful artistic goodies (including a truly amazing chipboard book) from Stephanie. And now those things are sitting next to my computer, inspiring me relentlessly but also taking up room where things like my mouse and stapler should really ought to be.

So anyway. I had decided to take an hour or so today and restore Order to my work environment.

But last night, during dinner, I suddenly felt a familiar but all-too-rare whisper in my ear.

It was The Muse.

Damn her. I don't know where she's been, and I don't know why she chose last night of all times to start speaking. And… get this… she was speaking about a DIFFERENT FREAKING STORY. Not the one I've been intermittently playing with for the last four-five-seven-whatever years. Not any of the three others hanging about in varying degrees of un-writtenness. No. This was a whole new, or almost whole new, story. And it kerflumped out of my head like a particularly graceless Athena toppling out of Zeus' beleaguered cranium.

Athena

So guess what I spent two hours doing last night and am far too anxious to get back to doing today? If you guessed "writing down the damn story before it goes foof and can't be recalled," then WOW! You are right!

If, however, you guessed "responsibly restoring Order to the work environment," then BUZZ! You are wrong!

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About Molly Newman

Writer, cook and trivia/spelling bee hostess, living it up in North Portland.
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7 Responses to We are not a-Mused… or are we?

  1. Helena says:

    LOL! Yep, that’s sounding pretty familiar. Good luck!

  2. Mimi says:

    Your cards were awsome, and a package is on the way to you, hopefully you’ll get it in the next day or two.
    Creating good. Cleaning bad

  3. Stephanie T. says:

    cleaning sucks…follow the muse!
    ps
    if it only takes you an hour to clean-up your scrap crap consider yourself a lucky gal (and a freak of nature among art sisters!)..me? hours…literally…i can’t start a project unless it’s all nice and neat…by the time i’m done it looks like some freak went postal!

  4. Suzy says:

    I want a story IV hooked to my arm, pumping me full of wordy goodness. I am dewordhydrated, since I can’t read Dutch. Though entertainingly, the Dutch word for whipped cream is “slagroom”–Give me some slagroom, baby!

  5. Katie says:

    haaa haaa haaa!!! Don’t you HATE that?? but it’s also kinda great…oh creativity…
    xo!

  6. Janelle says:

    “Kerflumped,” eh? You mean your muse doesn’t frolic on gossamer wings?
    I’m so disillusioned…*sob*…

  7. Karan says:

    Where to start? Ok, first picking myself up off of cat hair infested floor after rotflmaoagchsaom (you don’t want to know.) Second, one hour restores your craft/office space back to norm? Where are you when I need you??? Thirdly, why didn’t the mailman deliver that artist goodie filled package to my house? Forthly (4thly?) WHY aren’t you here stamping/scrappin’ with me? Oh, quite the whine (wine) filled post, isn’t it? Just miss you and glad you are creatin’ in more ways than one! I still want to read the first book!!!

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