My Muse has the blues. She feels abused; is not amused; I stand accused! You see I have not written a post for two months.
My defence is simple and brief (makes a change I hear some chirp). Dear members of the jury, my Muse abandons me on a whim. One moment there, then gone. The Muse doesn’t sneak away, it vanishes. Leaves me suddenly alone, bereft of inspiration, no whispered thoughts or sudden impulses…just dead air. I sense it leaves with a smirk on its hidden face, leaving for no-one knows where. Gone for no-one knows how long. What kind of relationship is this? So, I have not sought out Muse’s company for quite some time. I have been seeking other pleasures and other companions. How does it feel dear Muse?
That is my defence. But I am ready to make up and be friends again. I think I have caught a few whispers…so maybe tomorrow.