Originally posted at SS2.
Well, the Muse is working hard this week, thank the gods, even after that nasty little poem I wrote about him. *shrugs* Maybe because of the nasty little poem I wrote about him. I can imagine him going back to Muse HQ and having all of the other Muses point and laugh, asking exactly why the hell he'd allow his charge to write that shyte and what is he going to do about it. I'm sure Tempestmir's Muse had a little something to do with it, too.
You know: "Hey, I give my lady palm fronds. Get with it, dude. And, hey, share that ouzo, wouldja, for once?"
When bribery doesn't work, try humiliation, is my thought.
This character dropped into my head on Wednesday, fully formed, so I kind of felt compelled to write her straight up before she ran away. As for the Muse, well, I shall feed him grapes and mead and be nice to him for a while. He's earned it, finally.
I thought long and hard about posting this one, mostly because it's written in first person and I am still a little concerned about the possibility of being mixed up with my character. That's my hang-up though. So, I think I'll just say, for the record and my hang-up, that the views of this character do not necessarily reflect the views of the author.
There. That wasn't so difficult. Enjoy.
~ Beth x