My muse got to laughing at me today.  I don’t get any respect around here.  I sat down to do some writing and she wouldn’t help me out.

     “Now where was I?”  I asked her.

     “You snooze you lose.”

     “Oh, come on I’ve been busy.”

     She giggled and stretched out on the couch moving Patty to the floor.  “I’m on vacation.”

     “No you’re not.  I need you to inspire me I have to work on two books today.”

     She sipped a drink with a little umbrella in it.  “Not gonna happen.”

     “Hey, where’d you get the drink?  At least you could share the beverage if you won’t help me work.”

     “You couldn’t handle this.  It’s not for mortals.”

     “Then inspire me.  Please?”

     “It was a dark and stormy night…”  More giggles from her.

     “You’re real funny.”

     “No seriously.  Imagine the storm, the thunder, the lightning, the deluge of rain.”

     “Had that yesterday any more brilliant flashes of insight?”

     “You’re always telling me that your settings suck.  I just gave you one to work with there.”

     “Okay, let’s see.  The characters are in a small town, it’s March…Hey, I think I’ve got it!”

     “Good.  Now leave me alone.”