My muse up and disappeared. I thought she was simply escaping on a rather marvelous vacation. I was, in fact, quite envious. But now, I'm beginning to worry she developed a terminal illness and expired...and I'm trembling with fright at that disastrous prospect.
November 1st is rapidly approaching, aka NaNoWriMo launch day, making that missing muse even more of a problem than it has been through the last year.
The previous two years, I click clacked my way across my keyboard for NaNoWriMo and last year, my wee girl got her NaNo on for the first time, jumping on board with great gusto. She loved it so much, she wants to write again this year...and she wants the other half of her Mother-Daughter Team click clacking while she puts a special purple pencil to her Hello Kitty notebook. With said muse missing, in distress, or chained face down in a river somewhere, I'm madly sending out search parties for her in hopes of joining my li'l girl for NaNo and thousands of words of my own.
The clock is counting down and at this point, I would happily accept a wayward muse or even a drunken, wandering muse who hiccups with greater enthusiasm than the hoped for whispering inspirations.
Send help. I'm going to need it.
I have no idea where your muse went but maybe there's a rent-a-muse place nearby?
ReplyDeleteOooo...a rent-a-muse, gonna Google that! ;> :>
DeleteMuse or No muse, it's good you are back blogging again!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Deb! Still hoping she'll turn up, but in the meantime, I've got a wee girl who's giving me the much needed kick to get going. :>
DeleteGood for her! And I want to see that picture you told me about!!! :)
ReplyDeleteI'll look for the pic...the broom came out so cool & love that it was made from nothing more than an unwanted branch in the backyard. :>
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