My muse, my creativity

Today is a writing day. This morning, I made tea, feed my dog and then settled at my desk at 7:45am, ready to join London Writers’ Salon at 8am. I opened my diary document, wrote the date Friday, 7th November 2025 and boom, my mind instantly threw up three events. Firstly, my Irish grandfather died on this date in 1969. The second event, was a birthday reminder of a young woman, I know. And thirdly, a memory from 22 years ago today. That was also a Friday. And boom! My brain delivered the premise for a story. Noooooooooooo! 
 
That's not what I need right now. I have a project teetering on the edge of being finished. I have a November project that I only started on the 1st. I have another project that I am juggling in-between and my damned brain decides now is the time to delivered me a corker of an idea! That, ladies and gents is my brain! I love it to bits but boy, it’s frustrating at times. 
 
So, you’d think that I would write down the details – happy and content that my muse had delivered yet another idea. I already have fourteen ideas listed on my writing room all. I did write it down. I also created a manuscript template for it, plus the accompanying documents that I use when writing - a title and quotation came to mind, as did a dedication. All in all, the last hour which should have been spent shuffling the alphabet on my November project has turned into an hour spent creating the paperwork for a brand-new idea. Cheers brain, happy Friday! 

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