[Castle: Drabble] "Little Muse" [G]
Title: Little Muse
Prompt: writerverse challenge #12 weekly quick fic #4 (‘laughter’ & ‘writer’s block’)
Word Count: 266
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Castle (pre-series)
Summary: Inspiration can come from the smallest sources.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Little Muse
Rick Castle was a writer, but at the moment, he had no idea what to write. Usually, he was bursting with ideas- granted, most of them were ridiculous and useless, but they always helped lead him to the ideas that would work.
Today, though, he had nothing.
He was so focused on his very, very blank notebook that he missed the small sound that came from the other side of his office. The second time, thought, he looked up, and by the third, he had identified its source. Castle glanced at his watch, and smiled.
“You know,” he said, in an exaggerated voice. “It’s a shame I’m in here all by myself, because it’s just about lunch time. And I was planning to make my world-famous PB&J. But since I’m all alone…”
“I’m here, Daddy!” said four-year-old Alexis, tumbling out from behind his bookcase with another giggle. “I was hiding!”
“And very well, too,” he agreed. “Who were you hiding from?”
“You, silly,” she said. “I was spyin’ on you.”
He blinked. “Spying on… while I was writing… Alexis, that’s it!”
Grinning, Castle scooped her up, spinning his daughter around until she shrieked with laughter.
“Did I help with your story?” she asked, breathless, when he’d set her down again.
“Help?” her father repeated. “Alexis, you have just given me the biggest, most important idea breakthrough for this whole novel!”
“Really?” she asked. “Are you going to write it right now?”
The ideas were still cheerfully buzzing around his brain, but Castle shook his head. “After lunch,” he said. “I believe I promised somebody some PB&J.”
THE END
Current Mood:
grumpy
Prompt: writerverse challenge #12 weekly quick fic #4 (‘laughter’ & ‘writer’s block’)
Word Count: 266
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Castle (pre-series)
Summary: Inspiration can come from the smallest sources.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Little Muse
Rick Castle was a writer, but at the moment, he had no idea what to write. Usually, he was bursting with ideas- granted, most of them were ridiculous and useless, but they always helped lead him to the ideas that would work.
Today, though, he had nothing.
He was so focused on his very, very blank notebook that he missed the small sound that came from the other side of his office. The second time, thought, he looked up, and by the third, he had identified its source. Castle glanced at his watch, and smiled.
“You know,” he said, in an exaggerated voice. “It’s a shame I’m in here all by myself, because it’s just about lunch time. And I was planning to make my world-famous PB&J. But since I’m all alone…”
“I’m here, Daddy!” said four-year-old Alexis, tumbling out from behind his bookcase with another giggle. “I was hiding!”
“And very well, too,” he agreed. “Who were you hiding from?”
“You, silly,” she said. “I was spyin’ on you.”
He blinked. “Spying on… while I was writing… Alexis, that’s it!”
Grinning, Castle scooped her up, spinning his daughter around until she shrieked with laughter.
“Did I help with your story?” she asked, breathless, when he’d set her down again.
“Help?” her father repeated. “Alexis, you have just given me the biggest, most important idea breakthrough for this whole novel!”
“Really?” she asked. “Are you going to write it right now?”
The ideas were still cheerfully buzzing around his brain, but Castle shook his head. “After lunch,” he said. “I believe I promised somebody some PB&J.”
THE END
Current Mood:
grumpy