Tuesday, October 23, 2007

No, no, don't answer the door!!

Damn, why did you answer the door? I know I wasn't here but really you shouldn't have answer the bloody thing. Now look what you've done!
No I'm not having a conversation with myself, I'm talking to my muse. At some point she opened the door and let in Procrastination. I've warned and warned Muse but it's like talking to a brick wall. I she let the bitch in while I was at the dentist getting tortured with needles and drills and cement, is it just me or should those things have nothing to do with the mouth? So here I am home and the pair of them are having a cuppa and a chat. I can't even have the cuppa, half my face is numb and what isn't numb hurts like hell. So I've shooed them off the couch so I can get some work done which is fine except Procrastination took Muse with her! Now what? Me head hurts, I can't drink or eat for a couple of hours and the pain killers are wearing off. Now they're back but we're not fighting, I'm co-operating, hopefully if I do they'll be nice and Procrastination will leave so that Muse and I can get back to work. Picture if you can, me pushing furniture around constantly wiping my mouth and nose with a tissue because I still can't tell if either is running, the sun is streaming in making the room hot without my physical activity and that pair telling where they want everything to go. All I wanted was to move my desk out of the morning sun. Since we headed into autumn I've got sun coming in on the desk which means I can't see the laptop screen without squinting or getting my sunnies out. Oh yeah, go on, laugh. I'm laughing with you, I can only be grateful that no one's home to take pictures. Anyway, we've rearranged and I still have the sea view if I turn to the right and the ocean breeze blows straight across me to keep me cool while writing all those steamy scenes. I'm ready. Okay, Muse.... I'm ready.
What do you mean you're busy? You're what? Going out? No you're not. Get back over here, we need to get this story finished before November 15 or there's not point writing it. Miss the deadline and we wait till next year to submit it. Yes I know no writing is pointless but it was your idea to do a piece with a valentine theme...... (hear me whine. Loud.) All right! Fine! When will you be back? What? You don't know? How could you not know? Damn lady you are going to be the death of me. Okay. I'll read then. I've got two books to review I don't need you to be here to get work done. I'll read then review them and if you're not here when I finish I'll start on the next one. Oh, right, now that I don't need you you're ready. Well that's just typical isn't it? Where's your friend? She's gone? Really? Oh, oh, okay then, what are we doing? Right, right, I'm getting off. Yes I'm coming, let me just say goodbye.
I'm going. She's ready. I knew if I had a bitch about her she'd get back here, sometimes she's sooo predictable. Off to get some words on the page.

Immature love says, "I love you because I need you."
Mature love says, "I need you because I love you."
Erich Fromm



  1. Thank God I'm not the only one that has that conversation. They can be the biggest pains can't they, my hubby thinks I've lost it all together. After the conversation I had with Tyler last week. But hey I can't have everything. Hope Muse and Procas behave for you.

  2. I hope that meddlesome P has taken a hike and you and muse are working together uninterrupted. I can't wait to see what you come up with!

  3. Now that's some serious stream of consciousness! And love the quote...

    Nice to meet you, Rachel :-)

  4. That muse is unpredictable, isn't she?

  5. I hope you got a lot out of your muse, before her little friend comes back.

  6. Yes, you can't bitch about her. Bad karma! I have to sometimes yank my muse kicking and screaming to work with me or Procrastination with take over wholly.