Here We Go Again
I wrote my humorous mystery, The Dumps as a stand alone.
I was minding my own business trying to accomplish some housework when Gilda, my pesky Muse tapped me on the shoulder and told me about a "small idea" she had for a sequel.
Not interested, of course, I ignored her.
Gilda is not one to be ignored. When something is on her mind she spares no effort to get her point across.
So, she stopped tapping my shoulder and slapped me in the face.
At the top of her lungs she started shouting her idea, jumping up and down and threatening to destroy my entire life if I didn't pay heed.
I ignored her the rest of the day.
At 2:00 a.m. she pounced on my bed and held a bucket of water over my head. I decided the old girl meant business. So, I dutifully got up, grabbed my pad and pen, and outlined what I am temporarily calling..."Yesterday's Dumps."
At the moment Gilda is sipping a cup of tea. But she's watching me.
I was minding my own business trying to accomplish some housework when Gilda, my pesky Muse tapped me on the shoulder and told me about a "small idea" she had for a sequel.
Not interested, of course, I ignored her.
Gilda is not one to be ignored. When something is on her mind she spares no effort to get her point across.
So, she stopped tapping my shoulder and slapped me in the face.
At the top of her lungs she started shouting her idea, jumping up and down and threatening to destroy my entire life if I didn't pay heed.
I ignored her the rest of the day.
At 2:00 a.m. she pounced on my bed and held a bucket of water over my head. I decided the old girl meant business. So, I dutifully got up, grabbed my pad and pen, and outlined what I am temporarily calling..."Yesterday's Dumps."
At the moment Gilda is sipping a cup of tea. But she's watching me.