A Fickle Muse

Isn’t it funny how you can have a writing prompt one day and the story flies through your brain, basically writing itself, and it’s all you can do to keep up with the words, then a few days later you couldn’t answer a prompt to save your life?  That’s precisely what’s going on.

I saw the prompt for the Big Think Short Fiction contest, future food, and thought – well, that’s easy.  I thought it out then my fingers flew on the keyboard the next morning.  Now, I have the wide open topic of science fiction and… nothing’s coming. 

There are two modes of thought when it comes to writing.  One is not to force it, just to wait for an idea to come and then you write.  Proponents contend that if you force it, you’ll get stilted gibberish.  The second mode of thinking is that you sit down and write daily, train your brain, so to speak.  I lean toward the latter, myself.

That has not been working for me with this science fiction story.  So, I’ve been exploring info. on different science fiction sub-genres and perusing all the science fiction I have read and loved.  I actually finally watched The Matrix yesterday.  Nothing.  Nada.  Nyet.  Nunca.  

Maybe it’s because I’m sick.  I’ve only got a couple days though.  Somebody needs to give my muse a stern talking to.  I suppose it’ll have to be me.

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