Man, as soon as I hop over to icanhazcheeseburger, I spot this pic front and center at the top of the page. What makes it even MOAR snarf-worthy is that I was looking for an image that would capture how I feel at the moment.
And how do I feel at the moment? Powered-down, because I've put in the writing time this afternoon and now it's time to quit and go live for the day - EVEN while the right ending to this one scene I was working on continues to elude me. See, I can quit guilt-free since I know my seething little box of horror'll be there when I get back (toldja; that image nailed it). How do I know this? Silly minion, THIS is how I know:
75314 / 85000 words. 89% done!
That's about 2K more words written inside of one afternoon - an afternoon that comes hot on the chapped, ugly cracked heels of YESTERDAY, in which I was sure my muse had abandoned me forever. But I powered up the MS anyway this afternoon and, lo and behold, I touched 75,000 words, y'all! Now that I'm a measly 10K words (10,000 words! Gasp!) from meeting goal, I can safely stuff my evil muse back into the box for the day - knowing it'll be there when I get back - and go enjoy my Saturday shenanigans.
So where do you store your muse?
I think I'ma keep mine in that thar cardboard box, right under my desk. *kicks it and laughs at Grumpy Muse's angry shuffling inside*
Now go store your muse and then enjoy your weekend. DO put in some time today. But DON'T spend the whole afternoon endlessly tweaking Chapter Eight. (Trust me on that one.) Put the muse away instead and go live a little. It'll be there when you get back. One caveat (and there's always a caveat, isn't there?): Be sure you do get back to it, even on the weekends (yes, I'm looking at YOU there, with the tee-shirt), so you don't forget where you stashed it. Cheers!