Mailslut by Jennifer Konig
Dear Muse,
Valentine's day has come and gone, but you didn't bother to visit. I would have been happy with a text, or an email, or any reminder that you've been thinking of me at all. Is that too much to ask for? Why is it that you only show up when it's convenient for you?
You come creeping back home in the middle of the night, drunk on dreams. Don't try to hide it. I can always smell it in your breath while you spout those beautiful words. These bags under my eyes? It's your fault. Worse yet is when you come sauntering into the office, interrupt me at my work, and refuse to shut up. Why can't you just wait for my lunch break? I'm afraid that one of these days I'm going to get fired because of you.
This relationship isn't healthy. Why is it that I keep taking you back? I always get swayed by your excuses: this is how you work, brilliance comes in flashes, this time it will be different, this time you're here to stay. RIGHT. I've had enough.
You know I love you, but something needs to change if this is ever going to work. You need to start working by my schedule. Look, I'm already here, waiting at my keyboard, and you're late as usual. I keep showing up to the blank page, but where are you? If you don't stop being so irresponsible, I'm going to write this novel without you.
So here's your last chance to shape up or next week I'm taking applications for a replacement.
Love,
Theresa
Aww, sounds like rough times between you and the Muse… But don't give up yet! I have a feeling you and her are in it for the long haul.
We have our on days and our off days. You know what would be really helpful? A muse matching service for writers. Pick the muse that works best with you hehe.
So much of the truth. So much it hurts...
I see I'm not the only one with a irresponsible muse LOL
Yeah, for that reason I'm not sure your muse-matching service would be particularly helpful. It'd be like a dating site where everyone of the opposite sex was a no-account layabout... There'd be one or two super-muses in hot demand, but the rest of us would have to make do with what we could get.
~sigh~ unfortunately I think you're right.
Aww. I know how you feel Tessa. But love is blind, right? :)
Here's wishing you and your Muse a great life ahead.
-BrownEyed
It is. I have a feeling I'll forgive my muse soon enough. Thanks BrownEyed :)
Sounds like your muse and my muse are related. Maybe we should have picked muses with a better family history.
Yes indeed, but I think it might be too late to trade them in now LOL
My "Muse" is taking an extended vacation. It's very annoying. >:(
And how funny that we both decided to write letter-posts at the same time! :D
Oh I hate it when my muse just disappears on me. And yes! I don't know if I read your post or not first hmm :)
My muse has been MIA for…goodness, I don't know how long.
Wham, plagiarism!!!!! :D lol
"Inspiration" not plagiarism. My planty is DEAD. ~hangs head in shame~ I am a black thumb, a plant killer :(
Ha ha, ok, that made me laugh! :D Thanks! :)
Let's consider this our little secret…I don't think Planty would like to hear that I'm in cahootz with a plant murderer…
Fun. You should beware which muse you get in exchange. Your comments made me think of Faith Hunter's muse.
P.S. Mailslut as one word made my brain go into swedish mode where slut means finished, but I wasn't quite fully there so I read this as "Mail is done".
I wonder if it's a typo, but that's what the photographer tagged it with. Hmm! You're right about being careful. LOL at least my muse wears pants.
I hope your muse has returned bringing flowers and candy as an apology.
I'm still waiting. He's in one of his stubborn fits. LOL