So I have been writing a couple of stories on and off for the past few years. It's just a little something to keep me occupied in between bouts of bordom and depression.
But I haven't felt much like it in the last few weeks. Sure, I have my notepad open, pen in hand... but nothing comes to me. I mindless write notes and ideas that pretty much make no sense to me when I read them back.
Then yesterday, in between high volumes of coffee and a bite of a brownie that had WAY too many chocolate chips in it, the muse came back. I was caffienated and the muse spoke to me softly. Write she pushed as I open my WORD 2003 problem and began to type for what seemed like hours. Just my muse and I, along with some music on my cell phone on "shuffle".
Together we created worlds, characters and texture. I was scared to pull myself away from the computer screen, for that sneaky muse has an awfully bad habit of ditching me when I leave for a few moments to re-enter my daily reality. To do the mundane daily activities like pay bills, use the restroom, talk to my wife etc..