I do believe my Muse has abandoned me for a more prolific writer! She has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. In grade school when I was the fledgling incompetent and unconfident writer, she would quietly sit on my shoulder whispering, "You don't have to copy that poem as yours - write your own."
In college, I dabbled in writing short stories but the rejections from professors who "expected better" as well as magazine pink slips, prompted that sweet Muse to say, "Give it time, your writing will grow and it will become something only for you. That's your first audience anyway - you."
When marriage, and babies, and teaching took up most of my time, that little Muse sat atop my ear chanting, " But what about writing that down?" I ignored her mostly. I think she took up knitting, but she loyally stayed.
Kicking into high gear with my writing and even teaching writing little Wilma Writer Muse was in her finest form. She broke out with a celebratory break dance cheering and encouraging and even crying and laughing with every stroke of my pen. She had finally earned her Best Friend to a Writer Badge, and I was so proud to have her in my corner. Her pushing and urging even took me to a local writer's group, online classes, journal groups, and creating this blog. Man, she was on fire!
Then, what? What happened? Where did she go so suddenly? I've been through dry spells before, and she never gave up on me. Why now? Did I say something wrong? Ignored her one too many times? Or has she just worn herself out? Is there a Retirement Muse Plan? Maybe she's on a Muse Cruise. Seeing the sights of the world that she missed out on trying to get me to open my eyes all this time. Well, she deserves it... I guess. I was a tough client. But now more than ever I see a need to make sure thoughts, creations, and gifts of writing flow from my pen, but she 's not dangling on my eraser this time. I sure hope she comes back...soon.