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While the Muse is Out
Updates and simple blabbering
My muse is out right now so I thought I would sneak into Medium and do some blabbering. Not writing; just blabbering. I’m not a writer anyway. I’m a scribe. I just write down what my muse tells me to write down. But sometimes while she’s away I like to do some of my own blabbering.
Earlier today I was kind of frustrated with my muse. She just had me write two love stories in two days! Seriously?
I’m not a romance writer! I don’t write love stories. Having been detached from any sort of romantic relationship for many, many, many years now, I am profoundly unqualified to write about such things. It’s the farthest thing from my mind. Why was she making me write love stories?
That is what I asked her today. She replied, “You’ll write what I tell you to write.”
She’s the boss.
There is a three by five inch index card sitting on my desk with this written on it:
“I want to explore new avenues of excitement.”
I don’t know when, where, how, or why I wrote that but the card has been sitting on my desk for about a week. Looking at it now I am thinking that it has something to do with the big life change I’ve been going through which society labels, retirement.
