Amy on writing

The Muse

If your muse was a real person…


In mythology, 9 Grecian sister goddesses preside over the arts and sciences. The muses… Today, the muse is any personification of inspiration.

So what is your muse like? Look like? Talk like? Could you take them out for drinks and have a good time, or does that creeper need to stay chained in the basement?

I like to think of my muse as an uncut, despicable version of myself. She is ruthless and undiplomatic. She takes what she wants. She’s a bitch, but I love her. I need her because I will back burner everything and anything to meet the needs of my loved ones. I happily forgo me. But she reminds me, gives me shit for slackin’. And if I ignore her, she fights her way to the front of line.

It’s nice of her really…

Tell me about yours in the comments, I love it.

Cheers, Amy

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Amy on writing

Unexpected Kindness

“I have always depended on the kindness of strangers”—Blanche Dubois, A Streetcar Named Desire

It’s been a week since I joined the WordPress family and I just wanted to thank everyone who visited, liked, reblogged, followed and commented on

I’m way outside my comfort zone here, putting my name on things, saying stuff that will live in the internet forever, being findable, existing, more scary internet things….

It’s a funny thing, existing….

I always prided myself on my virtual anonymity. My focus on the life in front of me, real life, not the highlight reel. But I see that the world will continue its trajectory with or with out me and I have the choice to wield its power with as much authentic, duck-face free finesse as possible, all for the sake of my art.

I had this idea that I could be pulled begrudgingly out of anonymity by the sheer force of my literary prowess. But that’s just not how it works anymore. You gotta hustle. You gotta put yourself out there before the ink dries on your query letter.

So here I am, joining in, on purpose. No pen name, no Sia Wig (hard pass from the fam) just me.

Thanks again….