It never fails to amaze me when a flash of insight smacks me in the head.  

     “That’s me, Honey.”  My muse buffs her nails and admires them.

     “Geez, I wish you’d stop popping in like that.  Can’t you arrive without startling me?”

     “What do you want, fireworks and a fanfare or something?”

     “Wait, I’m talking to them.  We’ll discuss your arrival and where you’ve been lurking later.”

     “Lurking?  Me?  I never lurk.”  She pastes an innocent look on her face.

     “Hold on a minute folks.  Yes, you do too lurk.  You sulk, you hide, you pout, you primp, and you leave me sitting here staring at a blank page.”

     “Do not.”  She sticks out her tongue.

     “Do too.”

     “How often do I call you and you don’t answer?”

     “Well, I hear you but I can’t come running willy-nilly all the time.” 

     “Half the time would be nice.” 

     “Besides, you have the weirdest hours.”

     “Tough, those are the times I can actually sit down and do some writing.  You knew that when you signed on.  Anyway, back to the readers.  As I said before it amazes me when inspiration hits.”

     “Me!”

     “Shut up!”

     “I’ll stumble along tearing out my hair over one paragraph and another when suddenly the words flow and I can barely type fast enough to keep up.  Amazing.”