A Writer’s Musings: Smut and Sharing The Muse
I’ll Smut My Way to the Top
And so goes another week. This will be the 6th story I have posted this week. What the hell is happening to me? My Medium addiction grows by the day. And I now have writing buddies I want to play with. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine. 😎
This week’s themed joke was of a smutty nature, because, well, sometimes I just can’t help myself… or my hands. Stalking jokes are so last week.
I wrote about writers needing other writers to thrive. To prove a point, I lost my publication virginity to Adrian CDTPPW’s Read or Die! I was going to keep playing w̶i̶t̶h̶ by myself, but The Muse is now a groupie and unleashed onto others. She has a dedicated fan base and her own playlist to boot, filled with one shithot poem written by my editor, who I am not sleeping with, and one post by Shanti C K who is inspired by The Muse and has named her, “T”.
And this is why I have written more than expected this week. A shared energy of inspiration… or sheer manipulation.
This prompted me to branch out and write two personal essays. The first on soulmates. Shrek had the right idea when he used the fairytale book as toilet paper.
The second piece, I visited Christmas past and my mother’s quick bullshit tongue. And you wonder where I get it from…
I wrote a fairy tale-inspired bite-sized fiction. Love fairy tales and bastardising them. Move over Disney! Of course, giving The Muse free rein anything can happen. The Fairy Godmother may or may not be a pimp with a pumpkin Mustang driven by Mickey. Just sayin’.
Shoutout to ImoThoughts for stroking The Muse and visiting her flash fiction.
This week, I struggled with my energy levels. I have a medical condition that screws with my energy. There is no rhyme or rhythm to it. Maybe I overdid it at my physiotherapy session? Maybe I’m stressed? Maybe I overworked my tongue? Yeah, leave it.
Usually, I soldier through the tiredness and the bastard passes. This weekend, I crashed. Listening to my body, I stayed home. No writer's group for me. The reality is I don’t have a lot to give when I am tired. No smutty jokes, no inspiration… I guess I could offer a part smile.
Today told myself several times “If you touch the medium app, I’ll break your fingers”. How quickly something becomes an addiction. I’ve only been stalking the platform for 3 months. My problem is I never do anything half-arsed. All or nothing baby.
So, I watched some YouTube. Nothing exciting. Killed a few brain cells. I thought about not thinking about Medium... The best thing I did was meditate in the sun. My day office has a “sun nook” and it’s heavenly when the winter sun shines through. Just have to fight the cats for the best spot. Cats: 1 billion / Tannille: 0.
Winding down when my brain is go, go, go, is not comfortable at first. Just need to check my phone one more time. “I’ll break your fingers”. It’s the brain getting bored. Once that battle subsided I directed my thoughts to my novel world. Bingo. Finding inspiration in stillness. Ironically, I wrote about this earlier in the week when my brain struggled to switch into the creative zone.
And to end this on a high — WRITERS FINALLY GOT PAID. Well, technically the funds are still in the mail with Stripe. But, I’ll refrain from squealing like a pig-banshee hybrid as promised. Fucking tax…
Over and out my sexy readers!
PS. If you don’t scroll to the end, clap and comment, I’m going to assume you have crabs and don’t want to share your pets.
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