So, on this sleepless night I find myself thinking… wondering… about actually
So, on this sleepless night I find myself thinking… wondering… about actually doing some real fiction writing. Maybe a novel, or a collection of short stories… wondering if I could capture and articulate BDSM themes in a way that hasn’t really been done before. I think maybe I could, and then I think further… I wonder about retreating to an isolated cabin for a few weeks this summer. Not a cabin in a campsite with prying eyes and within earshot, but a cabin truly lost in the woods. Truly isolated. Then I think further… every writer needs his muse… So, I find myself thinking about that cabin, that girl who could be my muse, and those long, long uninterrupted weeks… Now, before you volunteer for this job there are a few things to consider. The hours are long, the work very… um… challenging, and your boss is not an understanding type of guy when it comes to failures. In fact, I think it’s safe to say you can count on the experience being more than a little unpleasant… and the right girl, that girl, would be forever changed. Realistically, I’m not sure how much writing would get done, either… Still, the possibilities are intriguing, and it does give pause for thought in these small hours of the night, these hours lost before the dawn… -- source link