I let the kitchen door slam behind me as I walk outside into the heat. Squinting, I see my Muse lounging in a hammock in the sun, wearing a gold, string-bikini so small I wonder why she bothers.
"Will you give it a rest, for frell's sake!" I yell.
She lifts her oversized designer sunglasses from her eyes to stare at me. "What?"
"Stop giving me all these damn ideas! You know there's no way in hell I'll ever be able to write them down, let alone complete any of them!"
"So?"
"So? It's summertime! Queen Teen is out of school. I hardly have time to pee."
She shrugs and puts her sunglasses back on. "That's not my problem."
"Yes it is, so knock it off. Stop sending me images of Art Deco living rooms and single-wide trailers and rainbows and Depression Era music and Johnny Depp impersonators and fan dancers and everything else you like to conjure while I'm busy taking care of my daughter and cleaning this house."
"Again, it's not my problem. I am supposed to send you those ideas. You are supposed to write them down. Whether or not you think you have time to do so is not a consideration."
"God, I really hate you sometimes!"
She smiles. "I know."
"Will you give it a rest, for frell's sake!" I yell.
She lifts her oversized designer sunglasses from her eyes to stare at me. "What?"
"Stop giving me all these damn ideas! You know there's no way in hell I'll ever be able to write them down, let alone complete any of them!"
"So?"
"So? It's summertime! Queen Teen is out of school. I hardly have time to pee."
She shrugs and puts her sunglasses back on. "That's not my problem."
"Yes it is, so knock it off. Stop sending me images of Art Deco living rooms and single-wide trailers and rainbows and Depression Era music and Johnny Depp impersonators and fan dancers and everything else you like to conjure while I'm busy taking care of my daughter and cleaning this house."
"Again, it's not my problem. I am supposed to send you those ideas. You are supposed to write them down. Whether or not you think you have time to do so is not a consideration."
"God, I really hate you sometimes!"
She smiles. "I know."
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Terena, you are awsome! Parenting, working,being great, all with a sore thumb. Stumbled across your blog. You've come far young lady.
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