THE WRITING ASYLUM

Hello Muse, are you there?

Nothing. Not even a cricket…

Why is switching the brain so hard?

Writing non-fiction and writing fiction are two vastly different tasks. Lately, my focus has been skewed to the non-fiction side. I miss my novel and creative worlds, but all I see in my mind’s eye is an abyss. Did I murder The Muse?

Yes, I can see her sprawled out on the floor next to a bloody kitchen knife. Playing dead. I ignored her and now she is ignoring me. We’ve played this wonderful game before. 

I tried taking her out on a date last night. She stood me up. That’s ok, I’ve been meaning to catch up on Stranger Things. The nightmare storyline should have sparked The Muse. A call back to “A Nightmare On Elm Street”. The inner-child enjoyed the evening. 

Images and music aren’t enticing The Muse out. Even writing this is a fruitless effort, but now I see her still on the floor with her middle finger extended. How rude! My toolbox of tricks is running on empty. 

One option left, and it’s going to hurt both of us — BORE THE BITCH OUT. 

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