Ready for a laugh? Visit with Suzanne and her muse. Enjoy.
This week, D. Wallace Peach of Myths of the Mirror challenged her readers to write about their muses. She has many, all with distinct personalities, and the one who appeared to her cut quite an imposing figure. My muse, on the other hand, isn’t corporeal, doesn’t have a name, and annoys the hell out of me.
Cue frenetic electric guitar.
A screaming howl rising to a crescendo.
I can’t stand it, I know you planned it…
Me (groggy): What the f*ck…?
Me: Why are you making me listen to Sabotage at 3 o’clock in the morning?!
Muse: You weren’t asleep anyway. You had an idea and you need to write it down.
Me: No, it’s fine. I’ll remember it in the morning.
Muse: No you won’t. Write it down.
Me: It was only two damned lines. I’ll remember it.
Muse: That’s what you said last time. Then you…
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