Dear Muse

Dear Muse,

So what do you want? Do you come to torture me? To mock me because I want to write but yet cannot seem to word what I need to in order to satisfy this hunger? I will tell you, thank you so very much! Thank you for coming in the most un-convenient, irritating times when the last thing I need to be doing is writing. But what the heck, muses don’t ever come at good times.

I might trade you in and find another muse if you don’t watch out! I promise you that you would never find another home. There is no one else that would take your continuing rambling and nagging voice of irritant. By chance do you know any other muses? Probably not, you have no life, except for the one were you get inside of my head and ricochet from side to side literally driving me insane.

I wonder, lets see, how would it be with another muse? I hope I would still write the same things I do now. I don’t want to write mysteries but you never know, I might like it. (Ok, what is this? Now I cannot write anything else about having a new muse!)

Hey, that was you wasn't it? Don’t try to switch subjects! I know your offended, but get over it! I am sick of you! Stay away! No, I’m not writing a poem, nor a short-story. You will not win this battle over me!

“Once upon a time....”

Oh, that was clever muse! But what a cliche beginning. You are useless, I can never write anything original anymore.

“Once in a time....”

Well that was great, one word difference. Can you do any better? Come on, show me what you got!

“Atop a dark hill, shadowed in a black darkness...”

Ok that was a stupid line, get with it! At this point you will never inspire me to write something useful! I’m going to search for a new muse.

Wait you say? Wait? For what? For you to keep on attacking my poor defenseless mind in hope to drive me to the very brink of sound judgment? Write a few more lines? Ok, we shall see where you are leading me.

What is it I need to write? I cannot even began to ponder what madness you are brewing in my mind. Maybe you are lonely up there. Maybe you seek for me to create another little voice inside my mind so that you will have a friend? You want a friend? I think you need a therapist!

Allright, now your saying scroll up. Ok.

My gosh muse! Astonishing! You actually got me to write something! You never give up do you? No matter what I say or how much I ignore you I will ALWAYS end up writing something want I?

Well, so is the life of a writer. But that life, I gladly except!

Yours truly,

The one in whom your chains entangle.