thanks giving
“Soon it will be time to eat turkey and listen to Arlo Guthrie’s story about Alice’s Restaurant.” Thalia gazed out the window. The morning was as gray and dreary as a cake that failed to rise.
Calliope sighed. “Please stop rushing ahead. We haven’t even experienced 2021’s Halloween yet. Are radio stations already playing carols?”
“It’s Typist’s index cards.” The Muse of Wit rearranged the 3x5s. “Reminds me of Guthrie talking about the twenty-seven 8x10 glossy colored pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one. No commas because Arlo doesn’t pause.”
Urania entered the studio with a handful of felt-tips — green, magenta, orange, blue, and purple. She and Typist were working together like perfectly coordinated beaters on a batch of cookie dough.
Book three is coming along…
Speaking of book three...book two was another success, Gail. I enjoyed getting to know the muses better, but especially, I'm so proud of you for dealing with the hard topic of your mother's death and doing it in your own voice. I felt your grief and the fear of exposing it--the sign of a good writer. I'm off to give you another 5-star review!
Blessings are a two-way street.