That was the problem, I had been somewhere else. Ireland for my daughter’s wedding…Scotland for new opportunities…meetings for setting up groups. Writing just seemed to get set aside, and though it was important, other things seemed to scream against it. I longed for the Muse and the Muse longed for me.
Writing is a demanding, creative and spontaneous craft. It takes time that is dedicated to the creation of meaningful words. Time is not always our friend, and giving hours a day to writing may seem unrealistic and frustrating.
Take heart. A former Archbishop of Canterbury who was a prolific writer, told how he wrote his books in ten minutes a day. Do the sums. Ten minutes a day…every day…there is a piece in a week, an article or short story in a fortnight, a novelette in eight months, a book in two years (or two).
So, business kept me from the Muse and she was waiting. But, I am back and she is forgiving. After taking all my stuff back into the Muse Shack, I found a corner and started to write…she is pleased and my editors are even more pleased.