D. Wallace Peach shared a highly entertaining conversation with her muse, and invited us all to do likewise. I lamented that, sadly, my muse has gone missing. But, as I went on a desperate search for Mr. Muse, I began to wonder if he had indeed gone missing, or had he simply become neglected?
The house is in disarray. Furniture knocked over, the rubbish bin upended, clothes strewn from half-open drawers. And yet, I still can’t find what I’m looking for.
My muse. Mr. Muse. He went missing a few months back.
I know he’s in the house somewhere – I don’t let him outside. He’s an ‘indoor muse’.
He has a nice dedicated writing space. Comfy chair. The works.
So, why he ran off, I haven’t the foggiest idea. Maybe something to do with Covid? Something to do with an operation I had a few months back? Maybe he ran off because I wasn’t paying him enough attention. Yeah, I know. THAT’S the reason. But I can use Covid as an excuse… can’t I?
I flip over the couch cushions. Nope. Not there.
Sighing deeply I slump into the couch. My Xbox controller sits beside me on the coffee table. Maybe I’ll find him inside the Xbox if I just fire it up…
And maybe it’s that dang machine that made me disappear in the first place!
Wait! Who whispered that in the back of my mind? Mr. Muse? Is that you?
Silence now. Insolence. Loneliness?
Maybe this weekend I’ll forego playing Xbox and see if Mr. Muse chooses to show his face again…