I am a very disorganized writer, and basically lazy.
At least my conscious mind is.
The Muse, AKA my subconscious, not so much. In fact, hyperactive is probably not the right term, but . . . Well let’s just say that one day, about . . . oh dear . . . Twenty-five years ago? Before Y2K. On Baen’s Bar, when both older and younger and definitely wiser than me writers were complaining about their muses being in control, yours truly (with a single completed novel out for the consideration of a publisher) posted—right there in public—that my Muse was entirely under the control of my conscious mind.
Close to a year later the Muse’s outrage ebbed, she put down the whip, took off the spurs. and left me staring at this huge mass of words. And dared my conscious mind to make something of that huge mess.
Whew, what a job. I not only learned to be polite to that frustratingly uncommunicative subconscious of mine, I quickly learned, and learned to appreciate, the art of editing. I turned the mess into four novels, with a lot of extra stuff left over and needing to be considered later for the continuing adventures in the Universe, etc.
And none of it sold. Then Amazon started up the Kindle Direct Publishing.
In not quite eleven years I’ve published something like sixty novels and novellas (how much of each depends on what word count you choose for the dividing line) as well some collections and individual shorts and shorts in magazines and anthologies.
And my lazy conscious is behind on polishing, editing, covers, getting copy edits from people who know those wretched commas are supposed to go . . .
And the Muse gallops on ahead, laughing at me.
Most of the time.
Once I started paying attention I realized there were plenty of things that would silence the Muse.
Antihistamines were the most obvious, decongestants I could take longer, but . . .
Diet sodas had to be rare, once they started using aspartame . . .
Did much better on a lo carb diet.
Then the cholesterol med . . .
Oh dear, is it getting worse as I get older? Or is it just that the doc is DX’ing things I never needed?
After two weeks of floundering around producing a few bland sentences I have added all COX-2 inhibitors (pain killer for my arthritic knees) to the list of things to avoid.
Are you have problems with writer block?
Oh, it’s a real thing. If I take the story a direction the Muse does like, she goes on strike until I back up and do it right. But more usually it’s a matter of food drink and especially the wretched antihistamines.
Next time you have trouble, think about what you’re taking or eating. Have you tried a Low Carb diet? Started chugging diet sodas?
Is it life threatening, or just seasonal allergies?
I am not a doctor. Don’t stop taking anything that’s keeping you alive.
But be kind to your Muse.
If you’re like me, losing the ability to transfer ideas to the screen is worse than any allergy attack, and the knees?
The best pain killer is sitting here with the words pouring out, lost in the worlds of my imagination.
And here’s the first ever complete novel which I finally fixed and published. Beauty Queens and Space Pirates, what’s not to like?