I went to the SCBWI Melbourne gathering on Saturday afternoon and came away feeling inspired and happy after spending time with my ‘tribe’ – a wonderful group of kids’ book writers and illustrators.
My muse, my Molly went to sleep and didn’t wake up.
I was glad she went peacefully, but was totally devastated to lose her.
Molly inspired many blog posts – so many words. She used to sit outside my study window and when the words wouldn’t come, I could look at her instead of a blank screen.
She would give me one of her gentle bleats and somehow my creative inspiration and thoughts would return.
Then there was the Molly rescue in the recent fires, the time I left the car boot open and she jumped in, and the day I found her clomping around the lounge room when somebody accidentally left the front door open.
Molly has been so much part of my life for so long. She came to us when her previous owner was tragically killed in an accident so we’re not sure how old she was, but we estimate she was at least 12 or 13, possibly older.
Although Molly has gone, she will always be there – not just in the stories I plan to write about her.
I have realised that a muse isn’t something tangible that you can see, touch and feel close to. A muse has a spirit. A muse is in your mind and heart. A muse is in your soul – in the place where your deepest creativity comes from. You are connected to your muse in a way that can’t be broken.
it’s just that sometimes you have to look harder, try a little harder to find it.