Do you remember my muse, the "Fancy" Caped Jones, and the conversation we had last year about her deserting me for two angels on sabbatical?
I keep telling you they weren't angels, angels don't sunbathe in the buff and these guys were definitely buff...
Yeah, okay, quit trying to distract me. Anyway, as I was saying, I was left to write on my own. It was fuzzy, soundless, blah blah blah. It sucked, but I persevered and wrote on without her.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
But what happens when the writer deserts the Muse? It's my understanding that a Muse cannot write on her own. She is only capable of helping humans create and unable to create on her own. At least that's the way they explain it it the movie Dogma. Go Kevin Smith! ANYWAY, as our current situation would have it, I have deserted Fancy. I've had things happen in my personal life that have changed my daily schedule and unfortunately writing has had to take a back seat to life.
This has put quite a crimp in Fancy's life and she has taken her revenge by following me every where I go and singing Henry VIII I am and reminding me that I made a promise. Not only a promise to myself, but also a promise to her. I promised that I would finish Megan's story.
She did and she hasn't.
She's right, I did promise and I haven't held up my end of the deal. Having said that I don't think the punishment fits the crime this time, no offense Fancy but you can't carry a tune all that well. I thought Muses were suppose to be all inspiring.
There is nothing inspiring about your singing. I'm sorry.
Apparently there's nothing inspiring about your writing either, otherwise you'd be on top of it!
Hey now, I've been busy. I have lots of things going on.
I'll make you a deal,
What kind of a deal?
Quit interrupting and I'll tell you,
You did it again.
Okay, if you quit singing I will make a concerted effort to write 100 words a day.
You've said that before...
Yes, I know, but I will be better this time.
Yes, Fancy I promise.
Alright, but if you fall off the wagon, I'm grabbing my microphone and there will be NO SLEEP FOR YOU!
Deal. I've announced it publicly and everything. You have it in writing. You heard it here, I promise to write 100 words a day or else Fancy has permission to drive me to drink.
Drinking is an option? You never mentioned that before....
Have you ever deserted your muse? Is she evil like mine?