Writing Is In There Somewhere

“Here we are then…let’s see…”. A blue paisley bookmark fell deftly down between faded cushion’s edge and well-worn chair frame. My muse’s gold-rimmed granny glasses, set firmly upon pointed porcelain nose, glinted in the late afternoon sun.

A sigh escaped. “Again? Did you lose our place again, dear Thalia?”

“Well, no. That is to say, I don’t think so. That is to say, I just had my finger on it. I think. We were somewhere between finishing touches of your business plan, concocting your second blog post, updating the editorial calendar, reading an article on analytics, brainstorming ideas for new treasure hunts, and deciding which online class would better fit your needs and schedule. Oh yes, and there’s that piece for The Prose you wanted to finish last week. Some of these things fall quite far out of my domain, you know. I seem to be missing a paragraph, or a page, here – and there – and, oh dear, I’ll need to do some little tweaking to get your rhyme juices flowing again. Don’t worry dear. I know just what to do. That’s why I’m here, after all.” Her angelic smile and absentminded pat on my graying head did not immediately reassure.

Yet I had seen the book she held. It had my name titled on the cover.