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Recently, I made a trip over the mountains and through the woods to Grandmother’s house. . ..  P1130520

Sorry, no.  Snippets of that childhood song somehow entered the brain this morning and refuses to leave!  Seriously, through the snow and ice and white knuckle driving — I grew up on Guam, remember? — I had to stop and take some pictures of the scenery.   So pretty!  And part of the distraction as I tried to concentrate on keeping my vehicle on the sanded part of the road AND avoid uber-crazed drivers who decided my 25 mph speed was too slow.  P1130524

The other part of the distraction was a scene in my current project that involves snow.  Of course, my muse decided to choose that long stretch of roadway to deliver some interesting ideas on how the scene could be better developed.  Sigh.

We have such a love-hate relationship.  She loves to torment me and I hate when she does.  And all because she stays in the basement smoking cigars and playing beer pong even when I beg for help, and then she chooses the strangest times to impart wisdom.  Like driving through the tail end of a snow storm.  P1130529

Needless to say, I didn’t jot those ideas down right away.  I’m sure I’d forgotten some of it by the time I reached my hotel room, but what I did remember sure made sense to me.  So I guess I should thank her, huh?

Has your Muse dropped a nugget of story magic on you at a strange time?  How did you record it?

-Melia

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