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A ranger holds a snake during a wildlife talk at Weeki Wachee Springs State Park which is located in a town of the same name in Hernando County, Florida. Copyright by WyoJones. All rights reserved. Used with permission.

Being a writer often feels like snake charming. Yes, I just called my Muse a snake and I will pay for that later. Or possibly right now.

Ouch. Yes, paid for it now.

I don’t know if other creatives feel a push/pull thing going on with their own brain. To get the words flowing, I often have to trick my own brain into thinking we’re not going to be doing that much or working that hard.

It’s a weird feeling, because all the time I’m thinking — with my brain — won’t my brain know I’m trying to trick it? But it never seems to catch on. That doesn’t mean it is easy to trick, because it knows me pretty well by now.

But it’s… a bit like having a pet. We do this thing that involves me telling my own brain, “Good brain, let’s go play in that story for a minute and then we’ll do XXX while you totally slug out.” Or sometimes I admit (craftily) that I know my brain doesn’t want to work, but if it will help me out, we’ll go do XXX while it totally slugs out.

Yes, I talk to my brain like it is a dog (because everyone knows cats will never fall for anything).

Interestingly enough, I had to trick my brain into helping me write this blog post.

Honestly, I wouldn’t work with my brain at all, but I can’t seem to type or talk without it. And there is the walking and other stuff, that I clearly need it for (it’s dumped on my tush a time or two), so I have to keep it sweet.

In addition to the sweet talk, I give it Diet Dr. Pepper, chocolate and it’s current favorite, lime tortilla chips (it really loves those chips). I recharge it with fun books and movies. I let it keep me up at night whenever it wants.

And sometimes it lets me write books.

My brain thinks it looks like this:

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But I know it looks like this:

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Shhh. Don’t tell it!

I am not going to ask if you think I’m crazy, because obviously I’m bat crap crazy. Instead, I’ll ask, are you crazy, too? Haha Do you ever find yourself talking to your brain like its separate from you? (Hint: the correct answer is yes, of course. Lol)

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Snake Charming My Muse
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4 thoughts on “Snake Charming My Muse

  • January 24, 2017 at 10:41 am
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    Yep. Yep. Yep. I have been talking to my brain a lot lately, giving it pep talks (“You can do it! Write the book. You have time now. Sit down and write!”) and asking it important things like “Why didn’t you tell me I’d become allergic to Cedar pollen?” (We’ve been coming to the Austin area on a regular basis since 2001.) “Why didn’t you tell me my Cedar Fever ear aches would lead to my ear drums rupturing which may or may not have led to the world spinning out of control? (Not politics but serious vertigo at random times.)
    It seems as if my brain is doing everything possible to distract me from doing the things I want and/or need to do. And taking all the meds to make the allergy symptoms retreat just sucks what’s left of my energy out of me. So I guess the next step , maybe the only step, is to take a long (very long) nap. My brain DOES tell me I could get good at those.

    • January 24, 2017 at 3:14 pm
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      Wow, big hugs on the allergies! Your brain is one SMART cookie! #napsrule!

  • January 23, 2017 at 11:47 am
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    All. The. Time. I tell myself I’m going to have a good day, despite what the list in my agenda tells me. I tell myself that I only have to work for an hour. I tell myself things aren’t going to be as difficult as I think they are (and usually they aren’t once I get going). Laziness is the essence of the human mind and it’s a lot of work to overcome that inertia!

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