Old What’s Her Face* went to Nevada today. There’s a movie she wants to take the grandkids to. I have to work tomorrow, so I’m a bachelor until Sunday.
I nuked my leftovers and watered the outdoor plants. I was sitting around in my boxers when Lorelei** walked in.
“Nice outfit,” she said.
“Um, thanks. Are those yoga pants?” I asked.
She made a simp, winked, and sat on the couch. I curled up in my chair and covered up as well as I could.
“Tell me about your next writing project,” she said.
I scratched my head and said, “I’m not quite there yet. I’ve been working on publishing and promotion stuff.”
She slumped back in the couch and crossed her arms.
“I thought you have other clients,” I said.
“I don’t really. There are a lot of Muses around. It’s been thousands of years since Ancient Greece, and the Gods are promiscuous. I just want you to be creative.”
“I have a notebook full of character and scene ideas. It involves three characters and I have a reasonable story arc for two of them.”
She snapped her fingers and held out her hand. I grabbed my notebook and stepped toward her sideways to hide my fly. She took the notebook and leaned back into the upholstery.
“It has promise. What are you going to do with the thug character?”
“He’s awesome, but he’s the weak spot right now. He’s kind of the foil, and he gets the big scene at the end. I just need more story for him. The others are ready to go. The doctor lady is all thought out, and the creepy little girl is almost set.”
“What genre are you thinking of?” She asked.
“It’s kind of a science fiction and paranormal piece. That isn’t carved in stone yet.”
“Does it have to be both?”
“No, but it has to be paranormal. I just like the contrast between ancient problems and high tech.”
“That is pretty cool, if you can make the contrasts stand out.” She tossed the notebook back. “So how’s the other stuff coming along? As long as you’re creative, I don’t care if you ever publish. It’s important to you, and I want to be supportive.”
“The artwork for Arson is awesome–
“I know, all the Muses are my sisters. We talk, she texted me a picture.”
“I’m working on the editing, and I need to do a search for all my sin words.”
“In my case: just, very, that, though. Oh, and I can’t forget about it’s; Apple insists it has an apostrophe every time. Then I have to search and destroy my filtering words like; felt, knew, thought, and wondered.”
She stood and turned toward the door. “I’m glad you have a story in mind. Try to have a basic outline before you see me again. There’s a big blowout over at Dionysus’ place tonight. There’s always a big blowout at his place. Anyways, they’re playing pin the tail on the hydra. I’ve got a hundred bucks on Hermes to win. I think he’s the only one fast enough to avoid all those mouths. Ta Ta!”
* Not my wife’s actual name.
** Lorelei is my Muse.