“Hey,” whispered my muse, “Don’t forget about me today. And remember, I flow better in the morning, when you journal regularly.”
Setting down my tea, I looked to the yard. Yes, my muse and I have such good flow out in that yard setting. Sharpies, 100-page notebooks, the sky as our ceiling, and conversating
Muse: Prior – (quiet whisper) I’m ready to be released – ready to flow… who knows where we will go….
Me: (sighing with an Ahhhh….) “Ten minutes and we’ll uncap the Sharpies…”
Muse: sounds good
three days later, still nada.
Sharpie markers capped – journal stayed closed.
Stirring Keto creamer into my coffee, my muse whispers to me, beckons like a relaxed old dog asking for a walk – asking in team-minded way because we both need it.
Muse: ready when you are.
Me: not sure I can write today. And remember, sometimes a few days of decompression is needed
Muse: Yes, but too long of a break and I get sleepy. I recline and ideas stop streaming. That “Cheek-sent-me-high” flow usually comes when you oil the gears and write regularly.
Me: (taking coffee, journal, laptop, phone, and tissues to the sofa) Let me think about what I need to do today.
Muse: Remember how much better you feel when you make time for me?
Making time for me – your muse – allows you to clear your mind, brith ideas, explore trails, and let words dance. Your refreshment.
Me: Hold on, let me reply to these texts. Oh, and need to grade a few papers. I will check in after my walk.
two days later the weekend arrives
Muse: Your writing break should be up by now. You know you need to be intentional or you could go a month without writing. How about one page? Before you do anything else?
Five hours later, sitting in the waiting room, my muse floods in.
Muse: Hey, I have some story prompts for you. Write them on your phone – come on – get something to write or type with – come on – ready, ready?
Muse: (flooding Prior’s cognition with prompts) “She could hear them argue faintly in the distance…”; “My true love, I had a green light when you walked in that door.”; “The jazz music played in the background as I found my assigned table.”; “We went down memory lane, talking for hours, right there in the parking lot.”; Reaching down to look for the dropped plug, she found the USB drive”; “The spy camera was placed in the vent…” – Short pause. Muse continued: When we get home – wanna do more story prompts? Add to garden analogies? Ponder the weather, your feelings, write about those new jammies or rhyme about your — “
Car attendant cut the muse off: “Prior, your car is ready.”
Driving home, the muse came back with another story prompt, “It was quiet, too quiet – ”
Prior: Okay muse, no more flooding tonight.
“Without Me” played on the radio:
Prior turned up the radio, drowning out the muse.
Prior: “Not sayin’ I can live without ya muse, but just feel like singing right now.”
Muse: (smiled and waited like a well-trained puppy – just rested – knowing Prior will give the proper attention real soon – for they are a good team).
Thanks to D. Wallace Peach for extending her challenge for a few extra days – and if you want to join in – go here