Although my lovely muse had all weekend to inspire me with ideas, she only made a brief appearance during my Saturday bus ride to Scarberia. I didn't hear one peep from her yesterday when I was home all day and should have been writing. No, my muse waits until I'm getting ready for work this morning before she decides to start whispering in my ear. Luckily, I always carry a little notebook with me, so I was able to jot down some lines on the subway. Unfortunately, because it was a little too crowded for note-taking on the Business Express, the muse had the opportunity to impart even more gems as I half-dozed during the trip to Markham. By the time I got off the bus, my mind was crammed full of ideas I had to write down, so, of course, I took out some scrap paper from my desk drawer as soon as I reached my cubicle and started writing like mad -- in between doing the work I was actually paid to be doing. Thankfully, I think I got everything down I wanted to without wasting too much time. I should really be feeling guilty because I'm good at that, but I'm much too happy with the notes I jotted down.
Maybe the return of my muse is a sign that the destructive cycle that has been plaguing me for the past week has finally come to an end. While many of you are probably painfully aware of the fact that my computer didn't die, I'm forced to confess that my printer kicked the bucket and my DVD player is acting up. Oh, and I had to buy new earphones for my MP3 player yesterday because they bit the dust too. As I would probably commit homicide if I couldn't block out my co-workers, the earphones were an absolute necessity. At least I now know that I'm not going deaf. I was beginning to fear that was the case when I kept having to turn the volume up higher and higher on my dying earphones... *g*