Yesterday, I lay in bed, trying to go back to sleep, napping in the afternoon because I didn't feel well. Sleep eluded me, and my mind wandered. Names arose, whispered to me by a long lost friend I feared I would never hear from again.
The writing muse.
She is elusive, that wild, frolicsome thing. Often coy, playing hide-n-seek, refusing to show up when I call her. Sometimes, she stays away so long, I think she is gone for good, but then...
There her whispers are in my quiet mind, telling me a new story, introducing me to new characters. I got up from bed and went straight to the computer. My fingers danced over the keys, giving form to the images the muse planted in my imagination.
Will it become anything but a scatter of paragraphs jotted onscreen on a Thursday afternoon?
I don't know yet.
But it felt good, refreshing, invigorating to be playing with words after such a long dry spell. To be in the groove of storytelling, to wonder what's next.
To be a writer again.
Copyright 2010 Melissa LaFavers