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quidditchgrrl...and his name is Honeybunch. I've been struggling like crazy with a couple of stories - I can't seem to get into 'the zone' as it were and every time I've sat down to write, all the ideas I've been playing with scatter to the wind.
Since Honeybunch has been home (before that, he was working a schedule that kept him away from home several nights a week, inculding that all-important Friday night), it's been well-nigh impossible to coax my muse out from her hiding place. I've been busy with the youth group I lead (take that, fermatojam, I'm corrupting your perfect Christian youth, ha ha) as well - hanging around with teenage girls and boys is nothing short of libido-killing.
Honeybunch doesn't know exactly what I write about, only that I'm involved with the adult side of the HP fandom. And he also doesn't understand the delicate nature of the muse. He likes especially to sneak up on me while I'm at the computer, just as I've entered 'the zone', scaring me to death and breaking my concentration. Grrr. But, in the way of all men, he can't understand that while I like the hugs and kisses, I hate being interrupted in the middle of actually doing something. So I turn into the bitch from hell and he runs off to pout, and I feel like shit, which doesn't encourage the muse.
We'll see how successful I am in getting him out of the house this weekend. I have two things that need to be finished and I'm determined to get them done this weekend. Whether or not this happens remains to be seen.
Since Honeybunch has been home (before that, he was working a schedule that kept him away from home several nights a week, inculding that all-important Friday night), it's been well-nigh impossible to coax my muse out from her hiding place. I've been busy with the youth group I lead (take that, fermatojam, I'm corrupting your perfect Christian youth, ha ha) as well - hanging around with teenage girls and boys is nothing short of libido-killing.
Honeybunch doesn't know exactly what I write about, only that I'm involved with the adult side of the HP fandom. And he also doesn't understand the delicate nature of the muse. He likes especially to sneak up on me while I'm at the computer, just as I've entered 'the zone', scaring me to death and breaking my concentration. Grrr. But, in the way of all men, he can't understand that while I like the hugs and kisses, I hate being interrupted in the middle of actually doing something. So I turn into the bitch from hell and he runs off to pout, and I feel like shit, which doesn't encourage the muse.
We'll see how successful I am in getting him out of the house this weekend. I have two things that need to be finished and I'm determined to get them done this weekend. Whether or not this happens remains to be seen.
