Muse troubles

My new Muse was late for work today.  Again.  One week on the job, and already she’s pissing me off.  I’m not sure this is going to work.

I had to get working first thing today.  Last night I tossed around for hours, struggling with some dialogue, yet stubbornly refusing to get out of bed and work it.  So this morning I wanted to deal with it as soon as my fingers hit the keyboard.

At 7:30, she hadn’t come in.  By 8:30, she still hadn’t shown up.  Shit.

I called her cell.  The one I provided for her when she started working for me.  The one I told her to leave on all of the time.

“Hey, you know, sure would be great if you could show up some time today.  I can’t sit here all morning staring at the screen.”

“Stuck in traffic on the I-90, sorry,” she said.

“You couldn’t have left, oh, thirty minutes earlier to beat traffic?”

“Car wouldn’t start.”

“Pretty sure I specified ‘must have reliable car’ in the want ad,” I said, and hung up.

She came highly recommended, and she’s wicked expensive, so I didn’t feel too bad being irritated at the tardiness.

Twenty minutes later she trapsed into my office and plopped on the couch.  She opened a whimsical turtle-shaped messenger bag, pulled out some tablets, and tossed them on the coffee table.  After propping up her feet, she took out a pack of Camels.

“Well, what’ve you got so far?” she asked.

“Nothing yet.  Been waiting for you.  And I’ve told you before, Calli, you can’t smoke in here,” I said.  She pouted and put the cigarettes down.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to snap like that.  I’m just struggling here, you know, and I needed you a bit earlier.”

We sat in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds.  “That’s a cute bag,” I said, changing the subject to clear the tension.  “Where’d you get it?”

“My little sister gave it to me.  She’s a good kid.  Now, are we gonna sit here and chat all day, or are we gonna write?”

I smiled.  Calli pushed her sleeves up over her beautifully inked arms, and grabbed one of her tablets.  “Now, I’ve got some dialogue I want you to try out.  I think this will work.”

Yeah, it might work, I thought.  I’ll still need another week to feel this arrangement out, but I think it might work.

posted 4/22/08 at 11:24am to Me me me, Writing · 0 replies · »

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