Moving or Disturbing the Muse

by Regina Gort

Our family just relocated 400 miles north of where we used to live.  I left 10 years of friends and two fantastic writing groups.

I left the place where I carved out myself as a writer. It was the first place that I allowed myself to call myself a writer.

 I made great connections and now I am starting over. I intend to continue to interact with my groups via e-mail. But it's not the same as having a physical group.

Not to mention I finally had my office almost perfect.

It would be very easy to fall into the procrastination mode. The cycle starts by skipping writing in my daily journal, not making time to read that one poem I promised to. Then using excuses like: all of our stuff is in boxes and I don't have my desk, paintings, notepads, etc.

This list can go on and on.

In the past, I have even gone so far as to turn a deaf ear to my muse.

But I know better.

I know how slippery the slope gets and I know how my quality of life is affected by not following through and doing the one thing that makes me feel whole: writing.

So I am sticking it out and finishing up the blogpost I owe my fellow Swaggers.

Thanks for keeping me honest. And here's to moving and a fresh start.