Cue the cheesy 80's music video...Rod Stewart singing "Forever Young"
Stella is my muse. She is the perpetual 12-yr old fairy that has no concept of sleeping in, the appeal of boys, or "days off"
I have always felt her presence, have always known she was there, but it wasn't until 6 years ago that I knew her name. Before that she would come visit when she saw I was writing, but then she would leave in a huff whenever a job or a family member or (worst of all) a guy got between me and my writing.
6 years ago, I didn't know what I was going to do...all the plans he and I had made seemed impossible with him gone. How was I supposed to do this all by myself? And I cried and I cried and I cried...and she allowed me to get it out of my system for a bit until I thought "I give up on being an author. It's too much to do without him" then she cleared her little throat, patted me on the shoulder with a "there, there" and "that's enough now." And when my tear-filled eyes looked at her, she smiled...flitted about my head in an array of green and purple sparkles and said, "I'm Stella. Now let's get to work." I nodded, said "um...okay." and sat down to write...and I haven't stopped since...She won't let me.