A letter to my writer’s muse

Elusive Rubber Ducky Muse is unamused.

Elusive Rubber Ducky Muse is unamused.

Dear Muse,

Got a moment? I know we’ve had our differences over the years but through it all, I’ve always appreciated you.

Your ideas. Your passion. Your inexplicable ability to make a silent exit when you’re bored. (Nice dinner party trick; how do you do that?)

Your independence is admirable. Your creative fire is undeniable. Without you, I’d be nothing more than a monkey at a keyboard, trying to spell my name right.

Yes, I know you aspire to — and deserve to reach — loftier heights than the project I now face. Your mysterious brilliance deserves a grander stage on which to outshine the stars.

Still, my task is one with which I could use your generous help if you so deign to give it.

No? 

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