The thing I enjoy the most about writing fiction is being visited by The Muse.
I meticulously set my story-line, getting my butt planted firmly in the chair, for a required five hours (so I can at least act professional). I’m following my story-line “just so”, struggling with dialogue that will make the plot move forward, and then it happens. Instead of me writing the story I am a conduit for The Muse.
My fingers strike the keyboard
like lightening through the air.
I am no longer thinking,
the words just magically appear.
I simply record the conversations,
From some unknown ethereal sphere.
I am laughing, crying, fighting--
because I am with them there.
My adrenaline is pumping,
because I just heard the sound,
the bullet zipped right by me,
and laid my hero on the ground.
Okay, so she's a Muse in Training.