Okay, my muse was in a benevolent mood. He didn’t fuck me at all. He kissed me really hard though, and my past came back to haunt me. Fortunately, I think that was what my muse was trying for because I ditched my original idea and let my past, and all the inherent emotions that go with it, seep into my writing.
See, I’d had this idea about meshing together bits of Defending Your Life and the Wizard of Oz into this surreal piece about a woman swept up into a tornado. She meets the Grim Reaper and he does a Defending Your Love Life thing on her because she’s got a thing about “type”. She’s met a lot of really nice guys who were attractive and interested in her, but if they weren’t bad boys, she wasn’t interested. The Grim Reaper shows her what her narrowminded attitude has caused her to miss out on. In the end, after she wakes up on a stretcher and sees her mangled car, she falls for the nice guy EMT. Meanwhile, it’s revealed that the Reaper is really Cupid. He and the Reaper traded places and the Reaper played the part of a bad boy who showed the woman that bad boys sometimes really are just bad. Oh, and the EMT she falls for in the end, totally looks like the surfer dude persona Cupid had on when he was playing the Reaper. Twisted, isn’t it?
At any rate, I set aside Defending Your Love Life. I wasn’t feeling it for this contest. I was feeling really crappy that I had posted my dream when I should have saved it for the contest. I mean, that piece was HOT! So I was moping, feeling pissy and depressed because my muse was fucking me with Defending Your Love Life, and because I really wanted another piece reminiscent of the dream piece for this contest. That’s about the time my muse decided to give me the wake up call kiss.
He made me remember my past and all the people I’ve left behind. One in particular. Maybe it’s because Hilly and Karl are in SF that I was thinking of this guy. Here’s some pics from when we were all in SF together.
It was a long time ago, but I remember what a great time we had.
So the muse reminded me of this and the idea was born. I worked on it all day yesterday. No Twitter, barely any IM. It was over 5K words so I had to pare it down. I was pretty tired by the time it was finished so I worked on the rough draft a little this morning. It is definitely in the style of the dream, filled with a lot of emotion, and, of course, some sex at the end. The point to the piece was to tug at the reader’s heartstrings. I was listening to that Lady Antebellum song that talks about silver linings and that’s where my theme came from. The piece made me tear up when I read it this morning, but that could just be because I know where I had to dig these emotions out of.
My muse is fickle and yeah, he messes with me quite a bit. I think he was dead on this time though. I don’t care if I win this contest or not, because I know that the main character’s feelings are right where they ought to be. And I know that if I were in her shoes… I would do the same thing. Sometimes your past just isn’t as far away as you think it is. Tapping into those feelings is like a vampire tapping into a vein. Your blood flows just as swiftly now as it did back then.
I could dedicate this contest piece to the man in that photo up there, but that’s not who it is truly meant for. It’s for that woman in the photo, who still resides inside me somewhere. I know she still wants to believe, but she hasn’t taken out that golden medallion in years because essentially she’s given up that dream. It’s sad, but she knows her ending would not be the same as the one in the contest piece. Still, that sadness wrought those 5,000 words. When the contest is over, whether I win or place or lose, I’ll post the piece for you all and you can judge it. If it makes you smile or brings a tear to your eyes… I will feel like a winner.