My Muse is back, and quite frankly, she is a pain in the ass! I’m not sure where she has been hiding out for the past six months or so, perhaps an around the world trip or something along that line? Other writers have nice docile Muses, who sit quietly beside them while they compose on the computer, somewhat reminiscent of playing a duet on the piano. Not mine! No, she comes screeching in promptly at 1:40 AM every night.
“Lynn, wake up. It’s time to get to work!”
“Go away. I’m sleepy.”
“No, we have work to do!”
Then for the next couple of hours, she plies my weary brain with endless words, a virtual stream of consciousness. If I weren’t so lazy, I would get up and go downstairs to my PC to get all of her word smithing down on my computer. Instead I keep reassuring her that I’ll remember everything in the morning.
“I’ve got it. Now let’s get some rest!”
“Are you sure? Let’s run through it one more time. We need to be sure you’ve got it all down!”
“I told you, I’ve got it!”
“OK, see you tonight.”
Finally she departs to whatever netherworld she inhabits when she is not busy tormenting me, but I’m sure she’ll be back right on schedule at 1:40 AM the next night. It is now usually about 4:00 AM, and I try to catch a few hours of greatly needed sleep before my two four-legged redheads decide it’s time to start their day.
Then it is time to put the girls out for their morning business. They, of course, have to check out the entire yard just in case we have had any nocturnal visitors, like a bear, that dared to enter their domain! By now, the birds have also figured out that I’m up. The hummingbirds dive bomb me eagerly as I hang up their feeders, and the rest of the feathered crew sit on the deck railing awaiting their turn. A few of the bolder chickadees even land on their feeder to grab a sunflower seed as I carry it across the deck to hang it in the big pine tree in the corner.
Now it is turn on the coffee, feed the dogs, bring in the paper, and give Mandy her insulin. Another day, another morning. If you happen to see my Muse, tell her I got it!
©The Eclectic Grandma, 2016
