Agatha Christie fueled the muse by munching apples in the bathtub, Jack Kerouac typed On the Road on an endless scroll. James Joyce laid on his stomach in bed, wearing a white coat, holding a blue pencil. Are there tricks you use to get yourself into that space where everything just flows onto the page?
Oh, yes. I dive into my bag of tricks daily, trying to get into that elusive “zone.” Here’s my fancy routine:
I go to my bedroom office.
I sit and turn on my computer.
When it boots up, I open my Word document.
I check my word count, then I start writing.
When I hit my daily word quota, I stop writing.
I save the document. (And I back it up!)
Then I move on to other things on my To-Do list.
If I waited for my muse to appear, I’d never finish a single manuscript. And that zone people talk about? That legendary place where rainbow unicorns frolic and the words flow like a never-ending river of luscious molten chocolate?
If I ever get there, I’ll let you know.