Sunday, December 3, 2017

Where is my muse?


Where are you?
No response.

What do I do now? The deadline is less than three hours away and here I ma pulling out my already messy hair. Good thing, I don't like to bite my nails or my fingers would have been bleeding by now. The paper stares at me with a blank expression while the screen blinks in disappointment. The fountains, my darlings glare at me in frustration. Well, none are helping me today. Where did my muse run away when I needed it the most, traitor.

"Come on, think of something." I mutter and tear open a slab of chocolate. The burst of bittersweet flavor makes me sigh. At least the chocolate never disappoints. As I close my eyes, I hear a sound but do not bother. It comes again, closer this time; a high pitched scream that makes me jump.

"What! Where!" I look around in confusion. All I find is a little bird sitting on my window. It was hanging precariously from the mosquito net fixed onto the frame. It chirped again and I blinked in wonder.

From where does such a tiny bird gets its voice? It is hardly the size of my thumb while the screech is piercing my ear drums. Ouch!

The birdie balanced on the net, its small feet gripping the holes and not letting go. That was hardly a comfortable position; yet it stayed staring at me. I stared back trying to scare the mini creature, but there was no movement.

I gave up on the staring competition when an idea struck me. The paper filled as words flowed from my fountain. I kept looking towards the bird, it hung on looking at me. The first draft was complete and it chirped again. This time, I smiled and waved. Now the birdie flew away, poking the net once with its long beak.

Laughing, I blew a kiss to my lovely muse hoping it would find the home of it's dreams in my home and come back to stay with me.




13 comments:

  1. I wish the bird knocks on my window and my brain too:)

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  2. I like how you approached this. You were described your muse and see it's done :)

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  3. Happy your muse returned! I'm still looking for mine ;)

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  4. It's so funny - what you ended up doing for inspiration is almost exactly what I wrote up for an old YeahWrite "oh heck I can't think of anything to write" tutorial! (Link here if you're interested: https://yeahwrite.me/writing-help-inspiration/ )

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    1. Oh! That's strange.:) I'll definitely check it out.

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  5. I startle pretty easily, so it's likely that I'd have screamed and scared the bird away -- good thing you didn't!

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    1. Haha.. I am kind of used to having the birdies land on my windows.. :)

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  6. I love the image of the small bird with the huge voice. It's a good metaphor for what drives us as writers.

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