One of the biggest reasons that a writer gets writer’s block is because what he or she is doing seems more like work than it does like play. Playing brings out the creativeness that we have within us. The mental critic that each of us has needs to be made to realize that during the creative process, he or she (mine is a he) doesn’t have a say. However, there does come a time when he can come out and work, throwing away the mess that the muse has created and sanding and painting and detailing the work that the muse had started.
This picture that I have of this interplay between the muse and the critic would make a good hub. The muse is a child who is playing. A muse can be male or female. My muse is female. She likes to make messes. She likes to play and create problems. She plays with abandon. She throws things together and mixed things together that have never been mixed before. She likes to cut with scissors and ball up paper and splash on paint willy-nilly. She likes to look at something that seems ordinary and makes it look special. She takes the block of wood and turns it into a work of art. She likes to take thread and create tapestry. She likes to slap on the paint and calls it art.
When the muse is done making the mess, it is up to the critic to clean it up. The critic is an adult, but he does best if he does not try to appear to be a parent. Parents can be dictatorial, and our muse does not need someone standing over her shoulder, but she does need the critic to turn his or her rough creation into a work of art. The critic cleans up the mess that the muse has created. My critic is male. The critic reshapes the muses work. He smooths the rough edges and perfects the haphazard painting that the muse has playfully created. He then works on the detailing, crafting the art, perfecting it until the masterpiece is complete.