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[arwen_lune]

Inspiration
..is a terrible whimsical thing. Two weeks ago I was ragingly busy with trying to pass all my 9 exams, and the muses hammered away, insisting on stories and sorties and drabbles... Making characters speak in my head and generally being a welcome - but ill-timed - nuisance. Now - I have just handed in my very last report - they sit in a corner and sulk. I am still with the nautical fiction, but the Master and Commander muse is silent and the Pirates of the Caribbean muse has ducked out for a smoke and a pint...
So I have the time, but not the inspiration. I really must finish Stowaway, it is so close to completion! and I desperately want to do some more M&C drabbles, but it just isn't happening right now.

Am steadily reading into O'Brian though, now at Mauritius Command. Still getting used to the style... liking most of the book-canon, loving book-Stephen (except his description, quite prefer to see him as Paul Bettany) but a bit disappointed at the glossing over of some of the more emotional stuff.

Boredom
I thought to go to Uni nice and early. I only had the report to hand in an my list of marks to collect. So was here just past 10... The officeguy said I had to come back after 12 for my list. Grrr.

Sailing
Still thrilled about my trip. Think I have most of what I need, except for some seasickness meds and some sweets. The weather is still unimpressive so lets hope it clears to sunny and a nice breeze...
I'm a bit nervous about going there not knowing anyone.. with my fabled skills for making friends quickly... *shiver*
But going a day early might help getting to know the voyage staff a bit and I hope I'll be able to integrate suitably.

Boots
Still no blisters. Now I've found the right way to walk - more from the hip instead of the knee - it's quite comfy. No breaking-in drama so far!


Time to pack up and collect my list now...

Comments

[megpie71.livejournal.com]

Two weeks ago I was ragingly busy with trying to pass all my 9 exams, and the muses hammered away, insisting on stories and sorties and drabbles... Making characters speak in my head and generally being a welcome - but ill-timed - nuisance. Now - I have just handed in my very last report - they sit in a corner and sulk. I am still with the nautical fiction, but the Master and Commander muse is silent and the Pirates of the Caribbean muse has ducked out for a smoke and a pint...

I know exactly what you mean. The busier I am, the more the little bastards in my head yell and scream and hand me large chunks of stories. As soon as I have a moment to sit down and write, they've all decided to sulk. Or, in the case of such joyous creatures as Jack Sparrow, Éomer, Boromir and any of the other assorted larger louts I have living in my cranium, they've gone and got drunk, and the only thing I can get out of them is off-colour comments and rugby songs.

One thing I've found lately is that if I have a song in my head that won't go away, it's an indication of a story waiting to come out. So then it's just a matter of finding the story there - and sometimes the oddest stories are linked to the strangest songs...