Thundering In

They thundered in on loud, glittering machines (Harley motorcyles), ostentatious in their efforts to be cool and tough, shattering me with their numbers and volume.

It was the muses, awakened, returned, and energetic.

Six thirty AM, I’d just finished reviewing my dreams and wasn’t ready to get out of bed. I’d stayed up late watching “Ozark” on Netflix. A cat (Tucker, black and white, long-furred) was nestled against me, warm and purring. Yeah, no need to get up.

I began going through my manuscript in my head. I’d finished reading it. It was okay. Satisfactory.

Yeah, satisfactory and okay weren’t what I was looking for, damn it.

So the muses began riding around, revving their engines and hurling ideas at me. Do this, write this, what about this?

No, that’d be a much different book and not the one that this book is. Ah, but what about doing this? Hmmm…that makes sense. It’s attractive. Appealing.

Time to write (well, edit) like crazy, one more time.

But first, I really need coffee.

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