I need to get some serious work done on my WIPs today, but I feel like I'm incapable of concentrating. I have yet to find my writing perfect storm, but I'm getting the sneaking suspicion that my muse likes to hide out in several different storylines.
I recently picked up a fantasy work I had started fleshing out several months ago; it involves the legendary Baba Yaga, and her Russian folklore counterparts. I'm surprised at how many people don't know who she is, and I think I do only because she was in one of my childhood storybooks.
I decided that it's better if I have something "lighthearted" (um, cuz someone who eats children makes for lighthearted fiction...?) to counterbalance all the depressing and dysfunctional shit that's happening in my other WIP. I also reminded myself that there was a lot of fun, crazy shit that happened in my dancing days, and that the less than desirable qualities weren't always so up front.
Speaking of the land of naked women, a former coworker was texting me yesterday, inquiring as to how I was doing. Then she proceeds to fill me in on how she walked out on a Saturday night bartending shift b/c there was too much drug activity going on and she couldn't take it anymore. Girl, you've been dancing for over twenty years (yes, 20), yes there are many drugs that go through the place, any and all of the clubs. It's part of that subculture, and it's always going to be around. That shit irritates me- why bitch about something that you've chosen to continue to be around? You know that it's never going to change, just like the mismanagement is never going to stop. Stop trying to be a clean-up crusader.
Ok, I think I've emptied my buzzy brain enough to maybe move to the writing. Thanks for listening!
K
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