Monday, April 29, 2013
Mz. Muse turned her back on me today, pissed that I'm so busy...
"When will you have time for me?" Her breathy voice makes me weak.
"I'm trying - I swear," My plea pathetic to my own ears.
Upon my knees I beg of her, "Bear with me a bit longer..."
"I've given you time, ideas to ponder and my voice fills your head. Still you turn away...
This and that have come before me each and every day. I cringe at the lists you make
with me placed at the bottom, move me up you silly pup...give me a reason to stay!"
Monday, April 22, 2013
|Pic found at weltenbummler1949 photobucket page.|
“…ocksucking, motherfuahhh…” Another blast of vodka and pill laced bile erupted from that famous face, once so beautiful that angels wept. Now, the retching and years of self-abuse had ravaged that perfection.
Sam had taken all he could with the last bout of vomit and verbal spewage about his personal life choices.
Dylan was his friend and his supposed future leader, but right now he was a used up, washed out rock star more interested in how low he could actually go before death sought him out. The gentle, honorable wolf inside him had buried itself so deep; he couldn’t even help heal this lost and beaten body.
Could his friend really die from this abhorrent addiction or was there some way to bring back Dylan’s beast?
He braced himself for the ripe, raunchy smell of bodily waste as he reached down and grabbed Dylan by the shoulders. He dragged him to his feet and leaned against his back, his lips to the broken man’s ears. “You should never be called wolf, you disgrace their beauty and their magnificence, just by being who you are. Dry out, grow up and be the man I know you can be.”
Sam let go and watched as his friend slid face first into the mess he’d made. The depressing sight was etched into his artist brain. Dylan Wolf, Rockstar extraordinaire, drunk, drugged and soon to be forgotten…
~You know, I've had this idea for a story tingling around the edges of my brain for a while and Mz. Muse has been kinda clammed up about it. I think because she is still not sure of the collective characters nor the problems they face. She did loosen up with the ditty above...~
Monday, April 15, 2013
|Inspiration from http://www.brightboldbeautiful.com|
Friday, April 12, 2013
I came across this painting on Photobucket yesterday and was immediately captivated. At first I thought, there's a story here. Two lovers caught in a storm, date night, or maybe an affair. The rain you can tell must be cold, like little drops of ice on your skin...and yet, they are out in it, just to be near each other one more time. I wonder what the true story is...or maybe the true story is the one Mz. Muse feeds into this authors brain.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Monday, April 8, 2013
It appears that Mz. Muse is feeling visual today. I can't fault her choice though, I can see my little cabin being set with just this view to partake as I write. Quiet, fresh air and the sounds of nature...the only problem I can see is my love of napping! ;) Have a wonderful week!
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
April 3, 1920: Literary couple Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald made it official 93 years ago today, two weeks after he sold his first novel, This Side of Paradise. She said she wouldn't marry him until he was published.
~What a lovely quote. So sweet and succinct...so perfect for my mood today!~