My fickle friend

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I read this today

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‘Your writing muse, the creative spark that ignites

your imagination. She needs special attention.

Honour your writing muse and watch your work flow’

Mine upped and left me a few weeks ago. It was my fault. Muses are quite possessive creatures and like to have your undivided attention at all times. All the time she has sole occupancy of your mind she is content. She’ll feed you the words that effortlessly and magically appear on your page.

Unfortunately I allowed someone to barge into my life. What happened? My muse started to sulk and made me work a little harder. Then she gave me a few bum-steers which made me write things which I really ought not to have done. When she found the competition overwhelming, she fled.

I assume she was watching from a way off, because when I appeared to distancing myself from the intruder she popped a story into my head. June 27th it was. I remember it well. I posted a story about a toymaker and the comments I received were some of the best I’ve ever had.

But then I started having problems at work and started searching for a new job. Well that was it. I could almost hear her snarling. When she left I seriously though I’d never see her again.

But guess what? I’ve started my new job, the person who meddled with my mind is out of my life and my muse is giving me a second chance. At least I assume she is. After all, I couldn’t come up with this sorry little tale myself, now could I?