What better way to wrap up a series of muse posts than with a pub crawl. They’re dressing up and going out on the town, leaving all their writer’s behind with to-do lists. Thanks to Julie for the fun post and to everyone who took the time to participate. Happy Writing!
A newspaper lays across my desk in my writing office, but it isn’t any newspaper I recognize. It’s not the local Enterprise or Hub. It’s called the Inspiration. The headline reads: “First Annual Muse Gathering”.
Hmmm. Why do I have a funny feeling about this?
Before I can read the article, my Muse sweeps into the office and swipes the paper from my hands. “Hey, I was reading that.”
He folds the newpaper and tucks it under his arm. “Don’t bother. It’s boring.”
Then I notice his attire. No worn jeans here–the ones he’s wearing look like they came fresh from the indigo dye factory. And is that a silk shirt? It’s a rich maroon that adds a little color to his complexion–not that I’m complaining. Oh, no. Sooo not complaining.
“Ah hem. Earth to Julie.”
Ahhh, yeah. “Where are you going? Is that really a silk shirt?”
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