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Muse: Pssst…Writer person….
Me: * Doesn’t bother to hide irritation. * What?
Muse: So I was thinking—
Me: Not now. Can’t you see I’m busy? I have a lot of work to do.
Muse: But listen to this—
Me: Hold up! You’ve been silent for days, weeks no less, and you want to whisper in my ear now?
Muse: You need to work on your writing, girl. You’ve been slacking. And besides, accounting is boring! So there was this the guy and this girl and she’s been dead for three years, but she wakes up in this other woman’s body—”
Me: Wrote it already.
Me: Released that story last month. Don’t you have anything better?
Muse: So there was this guy, this gal, and this ghost—
Me: Released that yesterday. You’ve been off your game lately.
Muse: You’ve been ignoring me.
Me: I’ve been working—
Muse: Working smirking. Accounting is sooo boring.
Me: Well, yeah. Accounting is boring. You said that already. Why do you think I write? I gotta have some excitement in my otherwise mundane life, don’t I? And how do you think I’m able to support your habit?
Muse: Point taken…. Hey, you make me sound like an addict or something.
Me: From your own subtle whisper to my ear.
Muse: * Huffs * Well then, I can tell you this later.
Me: Oh, no. You’ve already interrupted me, so what is it?
Muse: Never mind. Go back to your numbers and your calculator and your Excel spreadsheets and your QuickBooks and your—
Me: * Leaning back in my chair and looking all smug * You sound bitter.
* Silence *
* More silence *
Me: Well, you don’t have to be that way about it!
Muse: So there’s this guy and this gal and she has problems with other people’s memories—
Me: Current work in progress. If you’re going to harass me, you need to do better than that.
Muse: So if a man wanted to disappear, what better time to do it than after a catastrophe.
Me: Okay, I’m listening.
Muse: So there’s this woman who lost her husband in 911. She goes on vacation and…