I would love to say the writing muse is a fickle mistress but she’s always hanging around and I’m sure she’d be quite irate if I even tried that lame excuse. She shows up staring back at me on the television screen until I can flip through enough channels to lose her for a while. The new VCR and DVD player for Christmas has only made it even harder for her to catch up to me. She thinks she’s got me when I sit down in front of the computer but, being an intangible muse, she can’t delete the icons for solitaire and surfing the web – but I’m at least in my writing zone, especially late at night when the house is quiet. I’ll give her this, she’s persistent. There’s hardly a thing I do without a whisper of guilt telling me I could be spending a few minutes composing a paragraph or small poem. Heck, I’m sure she’d settle for a run-on sentence or a limerick by now. I don’t know if muses have bosses to report to, but I’m betting I have her on probation with her superiors.
I wonder what happens to an unemployed muse to a writer who won’t write? Hmm… I’ll bet I could spin that into a cute little story… Hey!
Okay, another two points for the muse.
I can almost here her snickering now.