There was a short time, a few years ago, where several bloggers posted about encounters with their muses. They were not only entertaining posts, but our muses all knew each other and ended up in relationships. Lol. Well, Greg’s muse showed up again. If you enjoy a little muse-drama, you’ll get a laugh from his post. Have fun.
If you’re interested in learning more about the hulk above who kicked off a bunch of muse posts, click here Muse for Hire. I also reblogged all the spin-offs, so they follow that post.
If you have a conversation with your muse during this strange time, pingback to the Muse for Hire post, and I’ll reblog as many as I can. Happy Musing.
My muse arrived at 7:00 a.m. sharp.
The only problem was, I had not seen her in months.
I tried to contain my sarcasm.
“Glad to see you made it on time.”
She didn’t even look in my direction. “I just stopped by to pick up a few things,” she snapped.
“I could use your help with this essay.”
“You don’t get it, do you?”
“We are done, through, finished, finito – no longer an item.”
“I know we were having issues,” I stammered, “but can’t we try to work things out?”
That really made her angry.
“Try? Oh, now there is a word. Trying is something you never tried.”
“A writing relationship takes trying. It requires dedication. It means putting your butt in a chair every morning and working at it.” She was on a roll. “It takes…”
“Don’t say it,” I shouted.
“…discipline.” she shrieked – and…
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