Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The muse has returned.
In the end, the solution was to go out and have sodas and french fries with a writer friend, Cherri Galbiati. We sat out at Denny's until one in the morning, bouncing ideas off of each other.
(btw Cherri, if you're reading this...I've changed my mind and decided to let the dog in the story live.)
It's a relief to sit down in front of the computer, armed with a story. Sitting in front of a blank screen, with nowhere to go, is a terrible feeling. You want to produce, to create, and nothing comes. You start wondering if you're all washed up and out of ideas. You're as bad as any angsty teenager, and probably twice as annoying.
But, I now know the bribe price of my muse. French fries and chatting with a friend. I can live with that. Now to get to work.