“Chop, chop muses!” she said. “We’ve only got a few minutes.”
“Chop, chop?” asked Calliope.
Urania looked as if somebody had just dropped a hammer on her foot.
Thalia looked like a jellyfish was about to sting her thigh.
“Pleeeeeease?” she asked. “Pretty pleeeease… with a cherry on top?”
“We refuse to be rushed!” said Urania.
“Unless… ,” Thalia squeaked, “Are we in a hurry… because (hopeful gasp) we need to get to the bakery?”
“No, not the bakery,” she said.
“A trail walk or the dog park?” asked Calliope.
“No, we’re staying in,” she said.
“Pleeeeeeease, no more painting,” Thalia whined. “Our wrists are in revolt.”
“It’s Friday,” she said. “We’ve got two of our favorite conversation calls this morning… one has a prompt about superpowers.”
“Just tell them you’ve got us,” said Urania.
“I’ll do that… because the three of you truly make me feel super… and powerful. Is making a mean chocolate cake a super power?”
“Chocolate cake?” three muses asked at once.
As they dreamily gazed out the window, a cardinal landed a bare branch.
“Chop, chop! Cake!” she encouraged. “We need to get in the shower.”
“Coming… ,”
Three muses followed her upstairs.
Have you ever considered a “rent-a-muse” service?! From what I read, that group seems to inspire more than writing.
First an image of a creative project. Then muse herding. Two conversation calls, with a shower sandwiched in between. And, somehow, I think a “mean, chocolate cake” will be in the oven before the calls!
If it isn’t muse-driven, how strong do you make your coffee? 😂
Happy Friday to all!
Oh, on the muse service, my energy level might require the complete trio to kick me into gear. Three round trip tickets could be a stretch. And I can say with certainty the muses would not decide to stay. My baking often is just a decision for two eggs or three when I make brownies from boxed mix. Fudgy vs cake-like. Boring. Far down a dark alley from mean...