D. Wallace Peach shared a highly entertaining conversation with her muse, and invited us all to do likewise. I lamented that, sadly, my muse has gone missing. But, as I went on a desperate search for Mr. Muse, I began to wonder if he had indeed gone missing, or had he simply become neglected?
The house is in disarray. Furniture knocked over, the rubbish bin upended, clothes strewn from half-open drawers. And yet, I still can’t find what I’m looking for.
My muse. Mr. Muse. He went missing a few months back.
I know he’s in the house somewhere – I don’t let him outside. He’s an ‘indoor muse’.
He has a nice dedicated writing space. Comfy chair. The works.
So, why he ran off, I haven’t the foggiest idea. Maybe something to do with Covid? Something to do with an operation I had a few months back? Maybe…
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