Letter Challenge Day Ten – Someone I Don’t Talk To as Much as I’d Like
We never talk, per se. You have a wretched habit of disappearing for months on end, and then popping up out of nowhere with a desire to work on everything at once. Usually it’s when I’m indisposed: enjoying some kick-back time at the ocean, or taking a nice long bath. I see you now, sitting on that pile of mostly-clean laundry, daring me to ignore it and write something citrus-y instead. Thanks a lot. That’s so helpful.
Currently, you have me on auto-pilot. I haven’t really seen or heard from you lately, but I know you’re around because… well, look, I wrote a lime this week. Better be careful or Sara’s going to replace you. She doesn’t quite work the same way as you do; she’s more of the demanding, won’t let me eat until I finish type, but she never complains that giving me something to do is too hard because of room temperature or soggy cereal. In fact, she withholds things like Kahlua cake from me until it’s written! You need to come out of hiding more often because that page of Wind Blessed has been due for about three weeks now and it never got written because you blamed Harry Potter for stealing you away. Shame. On. You.
Talk to me again. I miss your insight.
Lady Beth of the Creative Isles
For those of you always wondering if my posts are directed to real people, for clarification, this is to my muse. Yes, I decided some time ago that I do have one, personified as a moody Frenchman. I’m certifiable, I’ve been told.