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The Quest for the Missing Muse: Memory Problems

June 26, 2018
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This could be working.

To reconnect with my missing Muse and reestablish my writing habit, I charged myself with writing to a daily prompt. The intent of writing every day was to break whatever dam was blocking my creativity.

Today I won’t be posting what I wrote to the daily prompt. I haven’t done it. (I’m going to be optimistic and say I haven’t done it yet.) It was to list foods that remind me of summer and to describe them using all senses. It would be a good exercise but I’m finding that these prompts result in writing that’s memoir-ish, and not satisfying.

I’m not cut out to be a memoirist. The joke among my friends is that if it happened more than three weeks ago, I don’t remember. That’s proving to be a handicap for logging in to Web sites. Security protocols ask who my high school mascot was, what street I lived on when I was six years old, what bank gave me my first car loan, and I can’t answer those questions. I have to keep a cheat sheet of the responses which pretty much defeats the whole point.

Writing every day could be having a positive effect, though.  I find myself called to revisit a story that I began last March and never finished. It’s been so long since I worked on it, I don’t recall all the details. Instead of writing to today’s prompt, I’m rereading what I wrote (about 25,000 words) to refresh my memory and pick up where I left off.

I’m not ready to say I’ve found my Muse. I don’t feel that irresistible compulsion to write. My characters still aren’t talking to me. Maybe, though, there’s a crack in that dam.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Lynda permalink
    June 27, 2018 7:55 am

    Be sure to let me know when you find a way to break through the dam. Struggling with it myself. And, posting in your blog does count as writing!

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    • June 27, 2018 8:19 am

      I’m treating it like writer’s block. One suggestion for that is to write. Write anything. A paragraph. A silly poem. Something, anything. Just to get the pen (or your preferred writing tool) moving. Just to get some words to come out. Prime the pump, so to speak?
      Given what we’ve been through, what we’re still going through, no one would blame us for having a dry spell. But I left three, count ’em, three stories from 2017 unfinished. My characters aren’t talking to me yet but my conscience is bugging me.

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