My muse didn’t show up yesterday. I spent the day typing gibberish, staring out of the window, and dosing at my desk. I finally had enough. So, channeling my inner Liam Neeson, I gave my muse a call and said:
“I don’t know where you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money, but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for a muse like you. If you let the words appear on the page now that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you, but if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you and I will rip the story out of you.”
She showed up today ready to work.
Feel free to borrow and use as you may need.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer